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Who: Charlene Masters and Christine Chapel
Where: Medical Bay
When: Sometime prior to the away mission
Warnings: Awkwardness, talk of safe sexual practices
Charlene vacillated outside the doors of the medical bay, biting her lip and cursing herself mentally. No matter how much she kept telling herself that she was a big girl and could do this without acting like a blushing virgin, she still felt intensely embarrassed and wished it could be as easy as it was back in high school when she could just go to the school nurse and smile awkwardly and she would get it. But of course, then that was all that girls were curious about. Now, there could be a million reasons to visit the medical bay, and she was probably going to have to spit it out like an adult.
Knowing that didn't stop her from praying that Doctor McCoy wasn't around and she could just talk to some nurse or other and get it over with without all his attitude. She could imagine the disapproval in his eyes, and she really didn't need that. Big girl, Charlene, you are too old for this shit. With that invigorating pep talk, Charlene entered the medical bay. Relief washed over her when she didn't see McCoy hanging around and instead Nurse Chapel. Charlene didn't know her all that well, or at all really, but she seemed like a very nice and understanding person. Not the kind to look at her with some kind of matronly disapproval or fake pleasantness while she went to go gossip to her friends as soon as Charlene had left.
Smiling as brightly as she could, Charlene went up to her. "Hey, Miss Chapel. I was wondering if I could ask you about something."