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Today was supposed to be a good day.

Maybe it would be, maybe it wouldn’t, that much Anya couldn’t be sure. The ship hummed and churned around her, a loud reminder that she was trapped on a space ship that left her feeling as if she were in a boy’s locker room rather than a professional environment — still, she stood within the medbay, her back to the door, her focus entirely elsewhere as her hands moved as quickly as her mind did. It was easy to get lost in thought. It was simple enough. Repetitive.

And so, in her own world with her shoulders loose and her eyes locked upon her freshly organized tools, Anya stood, allowing the world to keep spinning, the ship to keep moving, her thoughts to keep running. Maybe, just maybe, this would be a good thing. This would be enough for her to pass the time and go back to medical school upon landing...