“The Guardian's Wildchild: Lorna tossed used linen onto the floor and snapped fresh sheets into place on the bed. She fluffed pillows into submission so they sat only as her big hands demanded. Lorna turned around and saw Sam standing in the main infirmary. She hustled into the main room and snapped to attention in front of him. “You caught me working again.” She feigned worry. “Damn!” HumorNavyCaptainInfirmary Author:Feather Stone