A *serie* of short stories about the little grains of happiness we meet in weekdays.

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~How fast a day can change~ EMH/7

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Seven sighed heavily. She had always disliked it when she would step out of her alcove after completing a regeneration cycle only to find that she had to report to the Doctor immediatly.

This was one day like that. She was going to get her implantants checked, she could feel that they worked perfectly already, and then she thought that the control was a waste of time. Time wich could come to better useat other ways.

Outside Sickbay she met the Doctor.

"Oh, Seven! Im sorry but well have to move your implantant control until later.

Im going on an away-mission in two minutes. I know youre looking forward to chit-chat with me, but weve gotta do it some other time. How fast a day can change, ey?"

He hurried away.

Seven stood there, outside sickbay for a moment, reflecting over what the Doctor just had said. How fast a day can change.

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End

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er.. silly? sappy?