When Harry Kim came into Sickbay wearing a pained expression and holding his right arm gingerly in his left, the Doctor knew what must have happened.
"Captain Proton again?" he queried as he prepared a hypospray, arching an eyebrow.
"No, actually." Harry grimaced, relaxing as the painkiller took effect. "White water rafting. Chief O'Brien from Deep Space Nine sent a copy of the program in the last data stream. Apparently the entire Alpha Quadrant has been following our adventures." The Doctor ran a tricorder over the ensign's arm and clucked his tongue softly in disapproval.
"Dislocated shoulder. I thought I warned you multiple times about injuries on the holodeck."
"Oh, you have!" Harry brightened considerably now that his shoulder was being put back into place. "We've been much more careful lately. I mean, it's not like Tom's taking the safeties offline in order to get more of a thrill, like he used to." The Doctor's eyes widened, and if it weren't for his perfectly programmed reflexes, he would've dropped his tricorder.
"He did what?" Instantly Harry turned beet red, knowing that he let something slip that he shouldn't have. Again.
"Uh, seeya Doc!" Nimbly, he slid off the biobed and made a beeline for the door. "Thanks for the patch-up!" he called over his shoulder. The Doctor barely had time to slap on his mobile emitter before he was off and running, pursuing his patient.
"Ensign Kim! I demand you elaborate this instant!" And as Captain Janeway took a sip of her coffee and caught a flash of gold closely followed by a flash of blue, she had to laugh. At least life on Voyager was never boring.