<strong>Ensign Brady Vincent, wanting to leave sickbay</strong><br/><br/>“There you go A’ia, just like new.” Brady said enthusiastically with a smile. One of the more minor cases, Crewman A’ia managed to be caught by surprise with the transport. She materialized fine, but that didn’t help that she was attempting to secure a picture on the wall and it fell on her causing a slight sprain. Before he could say anything further a deep voice behind him caused his cheeks to flush. Brady turned to look up at Vergil Tosh.<br/><br/>“Of course, Lieutenant.” Brady answered. He momentarily turned back to the Crewman. “If you feel any more discomfort, just let me know.”<br/><br/>Brady turned back around and escorted Tosh to one of the private labs that was unoccupied. “It’s kinda died…er…quieted down in sickbay. Just minor scrapes and bruises.” Brady started rambling. He fidgeted with a tricorder left on the counter. “Do you need something? Are you hurt?” Brady opened the tricorder.<br/><br/>