NCC Medical Ward Blueshift sits in the medbay on a cheap seat, reading a magazine. In his hands he holds a waiting ticket, it is number 13,204,395 Mortex enters, the door sliding open with a 'whoosh' and closing behind him with an equally loud 'whoosh'. Sunken red optics lock onto Blueshift as he stalks over, hunched like some horrible bird of prey slowly walking towards its next meal. Sharp, boney metal claws rub together as he considers Blueshift in general, and he nears the patient with an ambulatory gait... CRASH Then he starts on the arm. Oh joy. Gnaw says, "Cheeeeeese?"