leaves a cup of coffee fresh off the replicator at her station.
❝ now, nurse hodgekiss, if i have to tell you one more time i’ll have to sign you up for retraining, are we understood ?? now, i don’t care what he says, the ensign w i l l be receiving a hypospray, whether or NOT i have dr. mccoy physically restrain him to do so. now go. ❞
SHE’S BUSY. she’s always busy, & always thankful for that. idle hands are the devil’s handiwork —- one of dr. mccoy’s southern adages she’d adopted herself, really. she’s hardly looked up from her PADD & her shift’s only just begun. not to mention the troupe of trainee nurses they’d picked up at the rigel iv starfleet base that were undoubtedly going to prove to be competent —- or she’d make them so. oh !! & there was a new vaccination to deploy later on today, they were starting alphabetically & —-
coffee. christine’s eyes fall on the steaming mug as if the mona lisa itself appeared on the starship, lips curling upward in a smile. SHE KNOWS EXACTLY WHO DID THIS —- their eyes lock for a moment, long enough for her to mouth a “thank you” across medbay before she takes a sip, interrupted by the very same hodgekiss. jesus.