Counselor Deanna Troi didn't understand her friend. Usually Beverly was very happy, but today Deanna sensed that her friend was very upset and Beverly was not telling them why.
"Beverly? Are you all right?"
"What? Yes, I am fine." Beverly sounded unconvincing, and the captain realized this as well.
"Are you sure you are all right, Beverly? You look quite pale." He asks.
"Oh? I just am feeling a little under the weather today. Actually, that is why I came. Could I take the day off today?"
"Of course I don't mind if you take the day off," Picard replied, "you may take as many days as you need to."
Beverly relaxed a bit. "Thank you Captain." She turned and left the room, leaving them both stunned.
Deanna turned to look at the captain. "What was that?"
The captain had been looking at the door that Beverly had left from, but at her words, he turned back to her.
"I don't know." He sounded truly puzzled. "I am not saying that she shouldn't take a day off, but the last time she took a day off was when Jack died" He paused, then continued. "She must be feeling truly ill."
Deanna nodded slowly with a solemn look on her face.
"There is more isn't there?" the captain asked seeing her face.
There was a lot more that Beverly wasn't telling them. "She looked very disturbed and it was indeed strange that she asked for a day off, but what bothered me most was the look on her face when she walked in. She looked like she had just found out that someone had died."