A Hi Story and a little bit of History.
Episode 02: "Samaritan"
Harlow was into her third shift in sickbay. For the most part she kept to herself, it just seemed easier. There had been some initial confusion over why she was there. It seemed even in her uniform her almost child like features made it difficult for some to believe that she was actually an officer.
Still, keeping to herself had some advantages. She was able to observe the dynamics of those around her, and they seemed most definitely more than happy to leave her to her own devices.
Like now for instance. Standing in the storage room packing field kits, Harlow had been enjoying the quiet as she worked, just alone with her own thoughts. It was only when the doors opened and someone else walked in that she glanced up from her work, her curious gaze diverted to the newcomer. She watched him give her a quick smile before heading toward one of the storage cupboards at the back of the room, obviously looking for something.
There was something familiar about him, something about his face, she knew that she knew him from somewhere, she just couldn't immediately place where that 'somewhere' was, and then she remembered. "You were stationed on Starbase 831 weren't you."
It was not a question, just a simple statement of fact as she continued working, hands moving items in and out of the emergency kits in front of her.
Zerin slowed in his tracks, picking up the item he came in for so he wouldn't forget. "That I was, but not for long," he replied turning to face the person behind the voice. He eyed her up and down, racking his brain for a name. It didn't take long for his eyes to light up, and a smile to cross his face. "The hair, yes yes. We had a few intriguing conversations in sickbay. I was there so short, I'm afraid I don't remember your name."
With a warm smile, she nodded slightly in affirmation. "Harlow," she replied softly. "Harlow Launceston. I didn't stay on Starbase 831 for very long either, I was transferred out again pretty quickly, but it seems that happened to a lot of people."
Closing one set of kits, Harlow stacked them neatly at the end and laid out new ones, ready to check them through. "Where did you end up after 831?"
He raised his arms and looked around. "Transferred here and have been here ever since. It's pretty comfortable here. You?" After a moment he added, "Zerin by the way."
Harlow shrugged slightly. "I went through a few assignments, but my Mate was transferred here and Starfleet gave me new orders so we could stay together," she said with an awkward smile. "It seems to be a nice ship, definitely a lot better equipped than anything else I've been on, and the crew I've seen so far seem nice enough, at least those I've spoken to."
"Lots of toys that's for sure," He replied. "And not going to lie, I've gotten lost a few times when I first got on board," he added with a chuckle. "Well it's nice to know the new person is a familiar face. We had a really bad transfer in about a year ago. They lasted about a month."
"How come they didn't stay?" Harlow stopped working and tilted her head to one side slightly as she watched Zerin. "Or was it more a case of you were glad to see the back of them?"
"Completely glad to show them the door. Just didn't mesh with the rest of the crew. Their skills were alright, but their personality?" He sighed, "Not worth the trouble."
Harlow laughed softly. "I thought I was the only one that ended up on shift with people like that," she said with a smile. "I swear, one of the medical officers I was working with on my last assignment had about as much personality as soggy pizza dough."
Zerin chuckled. "Had another one before that one, fresh out of the academy, but man did he think he had 30 years under his belt already. Trying to boss me around, I could only laugh. Tried bossing the nurses around, did he regret that. He learned real quick who was in charge of sickbay."
"One of the first things I learned at Medical, before I even contemplated joining Starfleet or studying medical, was that nurses are the ones that really run the department. Always respect your nurses!" Harlow shook her head slightly. "Yet there's always going to be one that confuses the terms 'doctor' and 'deity'."
"So true, so true," Calvin replied with a smile. He lifted up the object in his hand, a pack for something, it was hard to tell with how he was holding it. "Well talking about nurses, can't keep them waiting, I like to stay on their good side," He said with a wink. "Drinks sometime? We can catch up about the old days," He said as he left the room.
"Uhhh... sure?" Harlow's voice was filled with confusion as she watched him retreat rapidly from the room. With a sigh and a shake of her head, she turned her attention back to the medical kits in front of her. They definitely weren't going to sort themselves.