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than Shoko Nakagawa was, as common in Bajorans as humans, and Shoko Nakagawa needed some
special monitoring; one of the station midwives and he had conferred
the night before about the case. No cause for concern, but seeing it
steadied his nerves. Something medical. A chord had been struck in
him, and the knowledge of what he would have to do, the actions he
would take, passed before him like a mantra, calming him.
And, he would see what happened after that. He was off duty at 18:45
hours. Perhaps he could call Shoko's ship . . . ask after Shoko's as she
approached. Still nervous, he walked briskly out of his quarters on
the way to the infirmary.
By lunch he was ravenous, and had downed enough food to march an army
on. It threatened to make its presence known again after he had
eaten it, though, and he had beaten a hasty exit from the replimat.
After returning to the infirmary, his nerves had steadied again, and
he took the opportunity to lose himself in the work offered by the
returning test results. By the time 15:40 hours had arrived, he was
standing over
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