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Sickbay is seeing a lot of traffic these days. At first we were only treating the chemical burns and the inhalations. But every kind of injury can and did take place during a ship wide panic.
Myself, I have lacerations to both palms from God knows what. There's also a large bruise on my sternum from that lunk trying to bear hug me from behind. Luckily, I proved I am all brains and brawn and fought him off.
I'm not sure why, but the more travail and trial I go through here makes the ship feel more like home. Does a man define his existence more through suffering or through happiness? It's the suffering that shapes us, my father used to say. I believe he was right. I did not fit in very well when I first got here. But our last foray into the unknown has truly made me feel more at home here. I'm seeing the same faces in the passageways of people who my colleagues in sickbay and I have had to help days before. It's, dare I say, a good, familiar feeling.
My thoughts and prayers still remain with my family, however. That will always be the one constant in my life.