Doctor Rass had to walk past the sickbay before he could get to his quarters. He decided to drop his numerous bags of souvenirs and look inside. The lights were on, the desks were nicely polished and clean... even the medical PADDs were neatly stacked. In the infirmary, the beds were all properly realigned. The bedsheets were clean, folded, and tucked. He opened the cabinet to find all his equipment had been replenished. Yes, everything was just fine.

He looked over at bed three. That was where Ensign Reynolds had died. A plasma relay exploded in engineering right next to him, burning most of the right side of his torso. It should have killed him immediately, but somehow it didn't. Regretfully, the wounds were terminal. As the young ensign struggled and clawed at him screaming, "Don't let me die!" Dorrin could see the life signs failing. In the end, Reynolds slowly slumped back onto the bed, releasing his grip on the doctor's labcoat... a look of terror impressed on his face at the moment of death.

He had three other patents arrive who were already dead. In all, he had almost thirty people who needed treatment of some kind, including himself. He hadn't been ready for the last exchange of weapons fire. When the Reman's last volley slammed into the unshielded ship, he was sent sprawling forward onto the floor, along with most of the people in the infirmary. Thankfully, though some of the injuries were severe, most weren't. As he looked around, it was like it never happened. He nodded approvingly to the absent repair teams who fixed his sickbay and left.

He picked up his bags and clumsily headed down the hall to his quarters. After entering, he put his bags down and started removing his various souvenirs. Earth had been such a fascinating place to visit. Because of the war and occupation of Bajor, it had very few major cities still standing... certainly none the size of San Francisco. The fact there were at least a dozen other cities just as large, if not larger, than San Francisco almost overwhelmed him. He would definately be visiting Earth again... many times, if he had anything to say about it.

His mind drifted back to the 'conversation' he had with Admiral Wellington. Although the admiral may have good reasons for his criticism of Commander Kirk, that verbal bashing was simply wrong. Hopefully, the admiral will never actually test Dorrin's friends at Starfleet Medical, mainly because he didn't have any per se. He had a few acquaintences, but no one who would really go to bat for him in the event he brought the admiral up for a psychiatric review. It was just another case of jumping into a situation mouth first. He had to learn to control his mouth better than that. Angering a Starfleet admiral isn't the best career move a guy could make... but it sure was fun.