Beverly had had enough of the therapy.
"Deanna, do we have to do the leg lifts again?!"
"Yes, you know what the doctor said. If you don't do the exercises, then you have to go back to Starfleet. "
Beverly knew this better than most. She had often helped patients with their therapy, but this still didn't help her cope with staying in Deanna's room all the time. Sometimes, she would walk the hallways with Deanna, but after such a close call with Jean-Luc this morning, she didn't think that she would go out any time soon. Deanna didn't understand why she didn't want to tell Jean-Luc that she was aboard. In fact, she didn't fully understand it herself.
No, that wasn't true. When she was being completely honest with herself, she realized it was because she was afraid.
She was afraid of what he would say to her. She wondered if he would even want her aboard the ship. He hadn't ever come to see her after her surgery. She didn't know when she would tell him, but she didn't want to think about that.
"Just because I understand why I have to do the therapy, doesn't make it any more enjoyable!"
"Would it make it any better if you could do them in your own quarters?"
"You're joking!"
"No, I just talked to Dr. Heidi, and she said that you can move back in."
"Finally!" Beverly had been asking to move back into her own quarters a soon after she was able to walk on her own. "Not that I didn't enjoy sharing your quarters of course, Deanna."
Deanna laughed. "Of course not."
"When can I go back?"
"Today, if you want."
"I want to!"
"Okay, then let's finish these exercises."
She groaned and Deanna smirked.