Introductions
Being the only civilian on a star ship, stranded in the Delta Quadrant sucks big time. I was a journalist first, and a trainee nurse second: technically, I was supposed to do an article about the state-of-the-art ship, Voyager, but when we were whisked away to the Delta Quadrant, I had to take over a medical post.
I work with a hologram, and an Ocampa. I can't say I mind; sure, The Doctor is a bit...well...blunt, but Kes is quite nice. Though some of the people that flit in and out of sickbay are annoying: I'm a reporter, not a doctor!
"You broke his jaw," I suppressed a giggle.
"I told you what happened..." B'elanna muttered.
"I know, but you broke his jaw!"
"No, she fractured his jaw," the Doctor said, "now, if you don't mind B'elanna, you should head back to engineering." I smirked at her, typing madly at the data pad. "I don't believe you've met this brazen young woman before, Ensign."
"I'm not brazen..." I muttered, "Lea Wright, reporter."
"I know you," the ensign said, "I must confess, I do not trust reporters."
"It's our job to report the news, not make it up. That's the government's job." I stuck out my hand, "I promise I'll behave myself."
"I still don't trust you Lea Wright," he grasped my hand, "I was never trusting."
"Miss Wright, stop socialising and get to work."
"Yes Doctor..."
"Are you writing all this down?"
I nodded, "Ensign Vorik, admitted at 11:45 hours, with apparently a fractured jaw, is showing the early signs of Pon Farr."
There was a very apparent sigh from Vorik, "does everyone have to know?"