USS Cerritos - 2380.

You and Brad sat in awkward silence as you patched his wounds from an incident on one of the bridges of the Ship.

At first, it should come as a shock when Brad got hurt. He was one of the most carefullest person on the ship! Yet, here he is— getting bandaged by a Medic-in-training. A new recruit, out of anyone!

"Uh.. I’m sorry— But, I’ve never seen you around. Are you a new person- er- recruit?” He asked, fiddling with his fingers.