Dr. Gould stood before the entrance to the ICU. Taking a moment to compose herself, she closed her eyes to quiet the anxieties in the mind that come with knowing all the things that can go wrong with the human body; a doctor's curse. The shipboard lights changed from nighttime muted to morning hue signifying not only the simulated time of day but also the shift change.
Entering she took the status datapad from the nurses' station and reviewed it. She had seventeen patients as of that morning. It had been nineteen, but two had expired overnight. With as modern and well supplied as the ship was, they were simply not equipped as well as a full hospital or even a star-base medical facility. They could have been. The fleet spared no expense on weapons, ships, power, food and even paint
