"Doctor Romar, I need to see you in my quarters. Medical Emergency!" The image of Admiral Ecurb appeared on Romar's sickbay monitor
"What can I do for you, Admiral?" replied the Avenger's medical officer, looking up from writing medical notes.
"I'm nae feeling too great Doctor", said Ecurb, his voice sounding strange. "I need to see you the noo".
Romar's normally friendly smile quickly changed to a frown. "I'll be with you in a couple of minutes Admiral" replied Romar getting up from his desk, and grabbing his medi-kit box. On arrival at Ecurb's quarters he found the Ferengi Admiral slumped on a couch. Perspiration was dripping from his face and he was shaking uncontrollably. "What's the matter Admiral? Looks like someone has just told you that you were heading for the Vault of Destitution" said Romar with a wry smile. He often found humour distracted patients from their illnesses, but on this occasion, it failed.
"Shut yer face Romar before I gub you one", said Ecurb, his voice straining to get the words out.
"Charming!" retorted Romar "People complain about my bed-side manner." He reached into his medi-kit box and produced a hypo-spray. "I'm giving you a sedative", he told the Admiral, "This will calm you down, reduce your temperature, and control your shakes" he said, trying to re-assure his Ferengi patient,
"I could dae with a wee dram just noo" said Ecurb, trying to raise his head from the couch.
"You and me both" muttered Romar, his Cardassian humour coming through, "But I'm a doctor, not a bartender".