Rachel
Rachel
The green medical uniform I wore was comfortable and loose, but that was small relief as I walked back to the suite I shared with my mates. My mind actually ached, exhausted from hours of poring over chemical analysis, tissue slides and blood count results.
But most of all, my entire body felt like I’d been beaten with a stick. Doctor Surnen was an uptight asshole. That was a fact. But he was brilliant. He’d given me exactly what I asked for and left me to my work. He’d watched me like a hawk every time I got near Captain Brooks’ body, every sample I took, every note I wrote down in the college-ruled spiral notebook I’d used the S-Gen to acquire.
Yes, I could work on a computer for hours, but there was something about writing things down, putting pen to paper that often h
