Trance walked over to check on Dylan in between other patients. After all, there was no one more important than her Captain--and making sure said Captain stayed where he was. And ate. And rested. In that order.

"How's my patient?" The Andromeda's medic asked, checking his vitals with a tricorder. No doubt her patient was not in a good mood. He was locked in sickbay, and she had to drug him to get him there. Trance was pretty sure Dylan was not in a good mood. But that was okay. She'd take him being in a bad mood and alive, than being in a good mood and dead.