<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Krogan<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Scout/Assassin<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>21th December 2174 CE, Late Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Krogan Combat Armour<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Medbay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Visiting Hours<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Sam<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>It was late into the evening when Drack made his way to the medbay, his footsteps soft and quiet despite his large bulk.  No need to trample around when most of the crew were asleep, and he especially wanted to avoid Ness if she was still up.  He had no idea how she’d take if she found out he was paying Kandok a visit to see how the battered krogan was doing.  There had been too much going on yesterday for him to check, whereas tonight seemed like a good time to see if his friend was out of critical danger or not.  As much as he looked down on Kandok’s lack of intelligence, he was still a decent friend and he owed the other krogan a visit.  He didn’t bring any alcohol with him; it was a guarantee his friend wouldn’t be in any condition to drink even if was somehow conscious.  Instead, he carried a thermos in one hand and what looked to be a lunch box in the other.  Neither of those were for Kandok.<br/><br/>The door to the medbay slid open as Drack walked in unannounced and he was completely unsurprised to see that Sam was still up.  He had heard that she hadn’t taken any rest since the end of the mission on Reetix and it was looking like he had heard correctly.  Glancing down at her leg, it didn’t take a genius to figure out it wasn’t fully healed, but she still insisted on doing her duty.  It was admirable, even if it wasn’t doing her body any favours.<br/>“Heard you were still up, so I thought I’d take the opportunity to pay Kandok a visit,” Drack said as the door slid closed behind him, “I made sure I washed up and disinfected myself before coming here.  Krogans are sturdy, but he’s so beat up he probably has the immune system of a quarian right now.”<br/>He knew how important clean was in a hospital environment, so he had made sure to scrub himself down thoroughly.<br/><br/>He held up the thermos and lunch box he was carrying as he looked for a place to put them down, “Also thought I’d bring you a drink and something to eat, help keep you company in the lonely hours of the night.”<br/>Finding an empty seat, the old krogan placed his bundles down on it.<br/>“Got you something called tea and some fruit.  Would have brought you something more substantial, but I don’t know what condition your stomach is in, so light and digestible it is.”<br/>If she had been working non-stop since yesterday, heavy foods were likely to sour the stomach.  She didn’t need to be puking her guts out or camping out in the bathroom on top of hobbling around on a bad leg.  Hot tea and some fruit should go down fine if taken slowly.<br/>Drack looked around the room, “So, where is the old fart and how’s he doing?”