<strong>Rona Jane - Sickbay</strong><br/><br/>Triage was always a bitch, having to decide who needed care first and who should be left to wait.  Unfortunately, not even all the critical injuries could be immediately treated, left to die as she tried to balance the few beds she had versus how many she could save.  Right now she was finishing up treatment of a burn sustained fighting the fire, thankful that this was the most pressing thing on her mind.<br/><br/>Well, not<em>quite</em>the only thing.  Thankfully, she had access to chemicals that would keep the massive cock between her legs from becoming erect.  The injections directly into the area hurt like one wouldn't believe, but it beat trying to beat off to get it to go back down.  And she was running scans on everyone that came in, making mental notes of each woman who suddenly had a massive cock between her legs.<br/><br/>After putting away the medkit, she headed to the small office that was hers.  She brought up the computer and wrote out her report on post-damage repair.  It would be routed to the captain for her to review.  Then she mulled over the information sitting in an encrypted file on her computer, lest anyone else find out about it.  100% of the women she'd scanned in sickbay after the warp jump now sported cocks.<br/><br/>The situation was bad.  She hit her communicator,<em>"Captain, Medical.  I need to see you at your earliest possible convenience please."</em>