<div class="floatleft">(http://i616.photobucket.com/albums/tt247/mr_karmasinc/Monaghan1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kezek Rahn<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sickbay<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, 1010<br/><br/>Rahn walked through the corridors and kept his eyes glued to the PADD he was carrying. If it looked like he was busy maybe people would ignore him and let him have his privacy. The last thing he wanted was to be accosted by the so-called well-meaning crew members that were crowding the corridors. He hated small talk and yet everyone seemed to expect it from him. He didn't know if it was because he was Bajoran or because he was a doctor. Either way, he hated it and didn't want to engage in it.<br/><br/>He bumped into someone and grunted in acknowledgement/apology/dismissal as he continued walking. He glanced up and noticed that he was near his destination. He had a full schedule of physical to perform and he wasn't looking forward to it. Most of the crew physicals could be handled by his staff, but he still had to handle the senior officers personally. Sighing softly, he walked to the door and stepped inside.<br/><br/>He scanned the room and shook his head. It was the typical drab sickbay that Starfleet was so fond of. He didn't see any patients and nodded his approval. There always seemed to be someone coming to sickbay for minor injuries that could be treated with a simple first aid kit. He hated seeing them in his sickbay. He was a busy man and didn't need to deal with trivialities. He noted an Orion moving around the room and shook his head. The last thing he need was an Orion spreading her pheromones through the room making his patients horny. He shook his head again and stepped into his office, falling heavily into his chair, closing his eyes, and wishing the shift would end already.