<div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/BastianBuxxwwwthe-men-experienceblogspotcom06.jpg?t=1294600289)</div><br/>It only took moments for Brady and Cerise to make it to sickbay. The ship was all aflutter with the yellow alert. Crew were at an increased state of anxiousness as this was their first heightened status since the left space dock. It didn’t help they were in the Romulan Neutral Zone on what was supposed to be an otherwise standard science mission.<br/><br/>“I wonder what’s happened?” Brady questioned aloud to his roommate. “I hope the Away Team is okay.” Brady bit his bottom lip in a bad habit of nervousness. That and nail biting. He couldn’t kick either habit.<br/><br/>His mind however had ventured to Lieutenant Tosh. The young human had only recently met the Angosian, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the older, stronger, larger man. It gave Brady goosebumps just to think about their brief encounter over spicy stew. Now Brady’s newfound boyfriend, or at least that was Brady’s delusional young mind considered them, was down on the planet and they were in yellow alert.<br/><br/>Entering sickbay, the first thing Brady noticed was the missing Chief Medical Officer. It wasn’t that big of a deal, she probably needed to attend to things elsewhere. There would be specific assignments for the crew automatically generated or worked out by another administrator. As Brady walked further inside, he was handed a PADD.<br/><br/>He read it quickly. Evidently the shielding on the ship was malfunctioning and sickbay needed to prepare for radiation contamination. Sickbay was currently being overseen by the Emergency Medical Hologram.<br/><br/>“The EMH?” Brady asked out loud.<br/>