It was quiet on the bridge. It was also about time to get on the bridge. After all, he was supposed to be there when the Enterprise had her maiden voyage. But his sister gave him lungworm while packing because she had picked it up from some of her classmates. Thankfully, though, because she would have been on the ill-fated Farragut instead of with him in Starfleet Medical. Now they had gone their own ways, as was initially planned, but he and Amy still kept in regular contact. Father was working in the Kelvin Memorial Archives for some reason – but it paid the medical bills for his mother.
Anyway, it was quiet. One’s mind could run rampant in this type of monotonous quiet. TK had to stifle a yawn or two before he realized someone might have seen. Finally, he rose from his seat and stretched, moving back to where the communications station was. He had not worked with a pregnant woman before but there she was, determined to keep things together. Her cheeks were pale, though, and she wasn’t looking good. Of course, it wasn’t his place to tell the Assistant Communications Officer she needed some time off. She needed to rest and be a mother. But, it seemed the fiery redhead was determined to keep working. And pushing through the morning sickness.
Before he could say anything to her, she spoke first. He was in the middle of stretching his back a little and looking at the screens when he realized what she said. “Hey, are you alright?” He asked, wanting to help if he could. It was relatively quiet and he was certain there was probably nothing going on over the comms. After all, it was pretty dead out there right now in the middle of nowhere. Instead of heeding her way and stepping out of the way, he stepped closer. Damned that first aid training. “Why don’t I get you down to medical, hmm? I’m sure they can help you …,” he started trying to offer to help, outstretching his hand.
It wasn’t the first time it had happened and it probably wouldn’t be the last. As he stood there, covered in vomit, TK blinked at the woman. At least none of it got on his face this time, so that was a plus. “I’m not a doctor, but I don’t think you should be working right now, ma’am,” he kept his arm outstretched, although bits of sick had made it across his sleeve. TK was just worried about her and wanted to help her out. It wasn’t that complex to fly the ship and he could be away from the station for a moment. Someone else had already filled his spot when he stood to stretch, anyway.