Standing up beside your sun lounger, you attach your commbadge to your bikini top. Your shore leave wasn't ending quite how you'd imagined it would. However, you were partially relieved to be recalled. There were only so many massages and endless drinks one could take!
"Lamarr, Nurse Chambers to beam up." You said as the commbadge chirped its readiness.
Feeling the ticklish pull of the transporter beam engaging, you took one last glance at the gorgeous scenery. Speckles dance across your vision, then the dull color of your ship's sickbay observation room started to filter into sight.
You were hoping/expecting to head straight from a transporter pad to your quarters to get changed into a proper uniform. But it seems medical staff were being beamed straight to sickbay. Worse, it seemed the rest of the medical staff were in their proper uniforms.
It was the being naked in school nightmare all over again.
A few seconds later, another figure beamed right next to you. It was a fellow nurse, Sandra Phillips, also wearing a Risian bikini (and looking very good in it).
Looking through a plexiglass window into sickbay, it was immediately clear the reason behind the recall. All the biobeds were occupied. The Chief Medical Officer, Doctor Simpson, gave you and Sandra your marching orders. "Jess, Sandra, just take a hypo-spray a tricorder and start triage!"
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