Aboard the medical ship Stalwart...
Claire tapped her pen against the table, eyes darting from it to the holo-clock glowing at her side. The seconds seem to tick by achingly slow, almost as if it knew there was somewhere she wanted to be and was denying her this out of some universal need. Frustrated, she began tapping the pen faster as if doing so would make the seconds go by faster. It didn't, but it still helped her at least.
"Yeesh girl, you hit that glass any harder you are liable to break it!"
Flinching, she looked sheepishly at her co-nurse. "Sorry Abby." Claire said, half feeling it, "The night shift on this ship is always the slowest and I really just want it to be done you know?"
Abigail flicked a strand of black hair out of her eyes as she went through her charts. "Oh yea, I know. But the desk doesn't deserve your oh-so-fiercesome tapping wrath. Just hang loose like the other girls and it'll be over before you know it."
Blessed with such