Beverly slipped into a nearby meeting room as soon as she exited the turbolift. She knew Will needed her to deal with the pheromone issue—and she'd have to anyway if she wanted to perform surgery without wearing an entire floral shop around her neck—but first she needed to regain control of her sickbay.
She grabbed what she needed from the replicator and jogged the last hundred feet to her domain.
"Halt," Dr. Selar said as soon as the doors closed behind Beverly.
Beverly didn't break stride, instead she ran at Selar and tossed a wreath of flowers at the Vulcan's face. She flinched and caught the plants. Her stern expression registered confusion then certainty as the strong scent of lilacs filled the room.
"Dr. Crusher," Selar said, "I believe I am incorrectly attired." The Vulcan paused after removing the additional pip from her collar, and tilted her head. "And so, I believe, are you."
Beverly glanced at her beige jumpsuit and shrugged. "I don't have time to change right now. I need you to make sure everyone wears a bouquet and keeps wearing it at all times. The scent blocks the pheromones in the air."
Selar nodded.
"And, Dr. Selar?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you for taking such good care of my sickbay. I need you to start working on a way to effectively remove the pheromones from the ship's systems while I tend to the captain."
"Yes, sir."
Beverly took a deep breath and marched toward the utility closet at the end of the corridor.
She held the wreath close to her nose and prayed she'd remember to rescue the right man.
