Prompts: Ring, Healing
As much as Shepard trusted Dr. Chakwas' medical prowess, she hated having to be examined by the woman. It didn't matter how small the problem, Dr. Chakwas managed to convince all those under her care to strip.
Like now.
You've got to be shitting me. Shepard stared at Dr. Chakwas as though she had grown an extra head and possibly tentacles, then spat exactly what she was thinking, the commander's face returning to its "natural" stoic state.
"No," the doctor told her. "No shitting, Shepard." She dabbed some ointment on the red-ringed rash on Shepard's exposed forearm. "I'll have the engineering team recalibrate airlock. For now, no scratching. Anywhere you touch after scratching will..." Dr. Chakwas trailed off at Shepard's look of terror.
Brandishing the ring worm ointment like a weapon of mass destruction, the doctor promptly told her commanding officer to strip and show her all the possibly infected places.
Damn it.
