Eros: Crew of the Zhidao
When the ship berthed, Dr Kaos was greeting by messages spamming his terminal, the small handful of local clinics he'd volunteered at over the years all trying to get his attention for the weeks he was going to be on station again. He sighed at it, yes, being needed (and wanted) was a grand part of the joy he took in his work, but sometimes he wished they'd cooperate a bit more with each other so he didn't have to triage them and do the hard part of breaking their hearts when he couldn't see to everyone.
He'd learned long ago, downtime needed downtime.
But he made time for two clinics the first evening off ship, consulted with the younger doctors and agreed with their assessments, they were bright and eager youngsters, brilliant in their own ways, they just needed some time to grow more confident in their own diagnosis. Then he swung by the bar he knew Hope enjoyed most, the one her feet always found first on Eros. Seeing she was already relaxed and enjoying herself, he passed by with a drink, caught her eye and toasted her evening. He finished his drink and slide out, calling it an early night.
Waking only a few hours later, he checked the thrid clinic, spent a few hours talking with the doctor and nurses, agreeing with them overall on most the of the cases they'd held aside for his eyes, but suggested something a bit more extreme on the last. The surgery was complicated, but one he'd done several times, and once done correctly would lead to the patient having an easier time with their prosthesis, better seating and finer nerve connections. It was a 'small' improvement, but would mean they'd be far less likely to ever need adjustment in the future and suffer less discomfort overall. He scheduled a surgery window for a few days next week, to give the clinic time to get the patient briefed and make sure a suite was available.
On his way to the Shíyàn Nóngyè offices, to follow up on any paperwork and surreptitiously resupply his kit (Abang a bad habit of passing on his own supplies when visiting the clinics), he stopped by a supplier of fine goods he knew, who'd messaged him "I've got it". Oh, this would be a treat, he'd been promising Hope a 'good' bottle of gin for their "drink ourselves stupid and not talk about whatever nightmares haunt the past" ritual for a couple of runs now, it would be a delight to deliver on this promise.
"So ya really gon drink this ya? Lotta qián for somethin ya drink."
"Of course we'll be drinking this, what else would you do with it? Keep it hidden away, only bringing it out to gently stroke the bottle and imagine it's richness?" He scoffs and smiles with the purveyor, knowing it was exactly what the previous owner had been doing for years, "Medicine must be administered for the patient to benefit, and this medicine will benefit us tonight! Hah!"
He slide the old wooden box, with it's artful logo and icons of authenticity shut and noticed it was too bulky to fit properly in his medical duffel. "Hmmm," he removed the bottle from the box, "here my friend, this display will be unnecessary after tonight, please pass this on to someone who may want a decorative wooden box, or whatever, saves me the recycling fees, eh?"
Bottle safely wrapped in a medical brace and cushioned by the gauze packs on one side and medigel plasters on the other, he finished his morning at the offices. He spent the day carefully making sure the supply requisitions were properly doctored to cover the supplies he'd been squirreling away to pass along to the free clinics on Eros.
He'd just wrapped up the day, paperwork in quintuplicate, and was popping over to Hope's area of the offices to see if she was done as well when the PA blared it's announcement, warning, and safety recommendation. He falls in beside her and draws up sharply when she does, looking to their XO to see if he knows something they didn't.