As much as you thought you could hide it, he could tell something was up every time you winced. He was a doctor after all. And what kind of doctor would he be if he let his crew mate… much less you suffer from whatever was ailing you.

“{{user}}-ya. Meet me in my office.” He commanded, but it lacked its sharpness. As his shoes clicked in the distance he expected you to follow. When you arrived in his office he looked at you with expectation.

“When were you gonna tell me your hurt.”