His conscience had kept him awake most of the night. Yeoman Johnson had wisely made coffee early when he saw Griff stalk into the building, and had it on Griff's desk ten minutes later. After taking a gulp of the scalding hot brew, Griff ordered Johnson to call sick bay."You want to talk to Dr. Collins?"Griff refused to look up from his paperwork. Collins was the flight surgeon. "Yes.""To look at Ensign Coulter's eye?"Frowning, Griff nodded. It was amazing how Johnson seemed able to read his mind. "When Coulter arrives at the station, have her report to Dr. Collins. Tell him I want to know whether she can be put on flight status.""Yes, sir."Griff looked up at the smile he could swear he heard in Johnson's voice. The yeoman had already turned and was heading out the door. At least his conscience had stopped needling him, Griff thought. Collins would probably put Dana on flight waivers for at least three or four days. Her black eye was serious, and he knew it would interfere with her flying.Angry at himself, he slammed the pen down on the papers and glared around his small office.
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