Voyager Headquarters, Medical
Jeff still felt sort of groggy and was half-heartedly paging through the book Bogg had left, but when his partner entered the room his eyes lit up.
"Hey, Bogg. The doctor let them take that stupid thing out of my arm. He said maybe tomorrow I can walk around and get to see more of headquarters," Jeffrey said happily and continued to talk a mile a minute. "How are your hands? I noticed the bandages last night, but you left pretty quickly this morning. So can we walk around tomorrow? I've never been here, and it looks really great, and I'd like to learn more about the omnis and how they work and …"
Bogg laughed. "Kid, slow down."
"Sorry, I'm just a little excited, I guess."
"Maybe a little," Bogg chuckled as he settled into the chair next to the bed. He reached out and tousled Jeff's dark curls. "My hands feel a lot better, but the doc is not going to clear me for field work until at least day after tomorrow. And I don't think there is any problem with us taking advantage of that time for a tour. In fact, I know there are some people around who would like to meet you."
"Oh, why's that?"
Jeffrey had no idea that a team here at Voyager Headquarters had spent a week making sure Drake didn't kill the boy before Bogg ever got to his window ledge in Manhattan, and Bogg wasn't about to tell him.
"They've just heard a lot about you," he replied with a wink. "You know, you're kind of famous being the youngest Voyager in the field."
"Yeah, right," Jeff said. "Either way, it sounds really cool. Thanks."