The Spread Part 3
The cabin door closed behind Amelia with a slight mechanical whir. She rolled her head around, trying her best to get the kinks out of her neck; her hands massaging her shoulders. It was never an easy day being a doctor on a colonization ship, but any day that involved emergency surgery automatically ranked lower on her list. She kicked her shoes off, telling herself that tomorrow would be a return to the norm. It wasn’t everyday that errant meteoroids hit a ship after all, and they were quite lucky that it had struck a non-vital area of the ship. Apart from the few janitors and technicians she had seen to that day, no one was seriously injured. As relieving as all that was, she had barely fallen asleep when the emergency call had come …