WHEN PLANETS COLLIDE
MEDICAL BAY, LEVEL 2, FORWARD BASE ZULU
03:10 MST
DAY 1
Snapping her head up from the desk, Watford wiped the drool from her chin and glanced around. She didn’t recall falling asleep and shoved the mess of papers back into something of a semi-organised pile. To her right, curled up in a ball, Corporal Owens slept between piles of files while Fighting Bill continued to snore loudly from his desk. The medics on duty carried on their endless circling of the main area, wandering in between the empty rows of beds to glance over their five patients and keep themselves busy with whatever they could find. She couldn’t spot Smack or Noid but assumed they’d gone back to their billets.
Yawning, she pushed herself up from the desk and contemplated the trek back to her own bed
