"Hey, Doc," Shepard greeted hesitantly as she entered the medbay.
"Shepard," Chakwas rose from her seat and stood before the Commander, "How are you feeling?"
"Stiff. Sore. Y'know," Kaya shrugged.
"Come on. I might as well check you out while you are here," Chakwas moved toward a bed and patted it briefly before turning to select her scanning instruments.
"You came to the Citadel to get me off."
"I did," Karin Chakwas set the scanner over Shepard's worst wounds.
"That was a brave thing."
"Compared to being stuck in those Collector pods, it seemed like a piece of cake."
"We have a lot of folks to stop being bad guys. They might seem like that piece of cake compared to Reapers."
"It will seem like a holiday."
"So…" Shepard paused, "You want to stay on?"
"I have that bottle of Ice Brandy."
"I will take that as a yes."
Shepard slid off the med bed and wrapped the startled doctor in an embrace, "Thankyou."
"You're…welcome, Shepard."
"Don't leave."
"Don't plan on it," the Doctor drawled in reply, breaking the embrace and walked to a small refrigerated cabinet, "Mordin Solus sent me the formula for something for you. It helps with allergic reactions to dextro fluids."
Shepard's cursed Scots pale freckled features went red. Chakwas touched her chin.
"I'm not judging, Shepard. He's a good man."
Shepard cleared her throat.
"But there is no cure for incompatible procreation," Chakwas' eyes were sharp.
"I know," Shepard's voice was flat, "Believe me, I know."
She left the medbay.