Holby: the Next Generation.
A Holby & Star Trek crossover story
CHAPTER EIGHT
Using a large scalpel to cut through the pericardium, Campbell-Gore fought with the urge to wipe a bead of moisture from his forehead before it trickled down his nose. It was unusually warm in theatre and he could feel sweat running almost freely down his back. "Sister get someone to turn the heating down in here can't you?" he snapped abruptly, "And wipe my forehead while you're about it. I can't possibly operate under these conditions."
The Theatre Sister shared a telling look with Ed, but found no help from that quarter either, so went to drop the ambient temperature for the third time in succession.
Unobtrusively the anaesthetist reached for the side patient's neck to check his body temperature. It was cool to the touch; he shook his head faintly and turned to his assistant. "I think you'd better get the hot bags ready, or we could shortly be in trouble," he said quietly.
"What's that?" Campbell-Gore interrupted, "If you've got something to say Mr Hassin, surely you can share it with the rest of us?"
"We have reconvened this meeting at Mr Data's request, he has carried out further analysis of and back ground checks on Dr Crushers find. The floor is yours Mr Data." Picard said sitting down.
"Thank you Captain." Data said rising from his position at the conference table and addressing the rest of the command crew as he activated the view screen behind the captain. "As you will all be aware, we have encountered this phenomenon once before in connection with the events surrounding the recovery of Dr Song's android. In fact you might call Victoria Merrick. my sister."
"Have you had any news on her Data?" Crusher asked quietly. Victoria, or what had been left of her, after she had shorted-out and fused half the systems aboard the Enterprise so spectacularly, had been delivered to the Vulcan Science Academy and left under the care of the authorities.
"There has been no news to date on the condition of Victoria." Data replied quietly, "though I am currently awaiting on a subspace reply to a query I sent 2.47 hours ago."
"You sent an enquiry to the Vulcan Academy?" Geordi asked sitting forward.
"I will get to that in one moment," Data replied turning towards the viewscreen, which across which a rippled surface was now being displayed. "What you are currently witnessing is a multi-dimensional linear display which started to emanate from the doctors egg 2.57 hours ago."
"Which is why you contacted the Academy - where the rest of the crème eggs were taken." Geordi said with satisfaction.
"I always thought it a great pity that the Hagan Das didn't survive." Deanna added a touch wistfully.
"Indeed counsellor, however I now believe it is vitally important that we return to Holby City Hospital and attempt to make contact with Mr Meyer. I have been re-examining historical events circa the year 2000 and.
A Holby & Star Trek crossover story
CHAPTER EIGHT
Using a large scalpel to cut through the pericardium, Campbell-Gore fought with the urge to wipe a bead of moisture from his forehead before it trickled down his nose. It was unusually warm in theatre and he could feel sweat running almost freely down his back. "Sister get someone to turn the heating down in here can't you?" he snapped abruptly, "And wipe my forehead while you're about it. I can't possibly operate under these conditions."
The Theatre Sister shared a telling look with Ed, but found no help from that quarter either, so went to drop the ambient temperature for the third time in succession.
Unobtrusively the anaesthetist reached for the side patient's neck to check his body temperature. It was cool to the touch; he shook his head faintly and turned to his assistant. "I think you'd better get the hot bags ready, or we could shortly be in trouble," he said quietly.
"What's that?" Campbell-Gore interrupted, "If you've got something to say Mr Hassin, surely you can share it with the rest of us?"
"We have reconvened this meeting at Mr Data's request, he has carried out further analysis of and back ground checks on Dr Crushers find. The floor is yours Mr Data." Picard said sitting down.
"Thank you Captain." Data said rising from his position at the conference table and addressing the rest of the command crew as he activated the view screen behind the captain. "As you will all be aware, we have encountered this phenomenon once before in connection with the events surrounding the recovery of Dr Song's android. In fact you might call Victoria Merrick. my sister."
"Have you had any news on her Data?" Crusher asked quietly. Victoria, or what had been left of her, after she had shorted-out and fused half the systems aboard the Enterprise so spectacularly, had been delivered to the Vulcan Science Academy and left under the care of the authorities.
"There has been no news to date on the condition of Victoria." Data replied quietly, "though I am currently awaiting on a subspace reply to a query I sent 2.47 hours ago."
"You sent an enquiry to the Vulcan Academy?" Geordi asked sitting forward.
"I will get to that in one moment," Data replied turning towards the viewscreen, which across which a rippled surface was now being displayed. "What you are currently witnessing is a multi-dimensional linear display which started to emanate from the doctors egg 2.57 hours ago."
"Which is why you contacted the Academy - where the rest of the crème eggs were taken." Geordi said with satisfaction.
"I always thought it a great pity that the Hagan Das didn't survive." Deanna added a touch wistfully.
"Indeed counsellor, however I now believe it is vitally important that we return to Holby City Hospital and attempt to make contact with Mr Meyer. I have been re-examining historical events circa the year 2000 and.