Things appeared to be under control in sickbay. Every once in a while, a different crew member would come in with the trivial day to day issues: heartburn, cramps, nausea, the usual stuff. It was dreadfully slow . Where was the action, the casualties, the plasma burns? It seemed like there was a lack of those ailments, a lack of the fun that came with the job of being a Starfleet medical officer.
Go to the bridge. Something said in Alyssa's head. Alyssa rose an eyebrow and sighed. "Not this again." she muttered to herself underneath her breath. It had been several months since she heard the last voice, but it appears that it was only on vacation. She just hoped that they would not be as bad as the voices were on the Discovery. Alyssa would not be able to handle them again.
Get your ass to the bridge.
Alyssa complied with the voice, not sure of the wrath that it would try to impose on her if she were to disobey. She left the room and headed for the turbolift, ignoring any looks that she was receiving from the crew members that knew of her reputation. She didn't give a damn what they thought of her. Yes, she had problems which affected her personality and gave her an attitude, but there was nothing that anyone could do about it. She didn't need to change and she did not want to change.
After several minutes on the turbolift, it opened onto deck one, the bridge. She entered it with a graceful walk: chin up, shoulders back, arms swinging at her side. Why did she walk like this, there was not a clue in the world. "Hello." she said out loud.