From: stspock
To: mccoylh
RE: RE: RE: RE:
I trust you will find your rest conducive to your continued good health.
He snorted as he laid the PADD down and closed his eyes. Honestly, had the man never heard the expression "sweet dreams"?
The knock on his door at 8:15 was unexpected. He'd only just finished shaving, and he wiped his face clean of any stray shaving cream as he moved through the main room to answer it. He sincerely hoped it wasn't the principal again. In spite of going to be early, he'd gotten little sleep the night before, and he knew he didn't have it in him to even try to be tactful if she started flirting with him.
He opened the door to see a woman outside. At least she wasn't Rachel Walters. This woman was of Asian ancestry, and she looked to be only a few years older than Chekov. Was she lost?
"Good morning, Dr. McCoy," she greeted him happily, and he already knew he would absolutely despise that chipper mood if he had to spend any length of time with her, "I'm Vianne Takei, your nurse. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"You're the nurse?" he asked, incredulous.
"Uh huh!"
No way. There was no way this woman-child was supposed to be his assistant. She looked barely out of high school.
"How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-three!" she beamed at him.
Twenty three. Were they serious about this? Couldn't they find someone who wasn't still in diapers?
"And you're a nurse?"
"For the past three years."
"You've been a nurse since you were twenty?" he asked skeptically.
"That's right!