Although she had every intention of completing her crew recommendations for the Warlord, the pain in her head was almost unbearable. To cap it off, the muscles in right arm and leg had begun to twitch. She had been having occasional spells where she momentarily couldn't see. Apparently, this wasn't just stress. Yet, her continual tricorder readings kept coming up negative. From a drawer in her desk, she pulled out more pain relievers and muscle relaxers she had confiscated from sick bay. They were so close to making real progress, she couldn't afford to stop now. Besides, all she'd have to do is hang on until the doctor arrived this afternoon. Then, he'd figure out what was wrong and fix everything. She took the pills, then laid her head down on the desk.
Her comm badge popped. "Bridge to Captain Velasquez."
She sat up and pressed her comm badge. "Velasquez here. Are we ready?" Her voice sounded tired.
"Yes, Sir. Our chief engineer assures me Warlord is ready to fly."
"Excellent. Stephen, get thrusters to station-keeping. Have the docking clamps removed...you know. Prepare us for departure. I'll be out in just a moment. Velasquez out." She rubbed her temples, trying to regain her composure and hoping the medicine would take effect soon.