A/N: I gotta work on that action thing…. Sorry, no more dead space…. I tend to do the dead space thing and describe the same thing for hours…. It's my sister that keeps the writing in short, clipped sections instead of BIG, LONG paragraphs that talk about only one thing… I'll try to work on NOT doing that, but we already have a lot written that's not typed up, so it may be awhile before readers actually SEE changes made in our story's writing…. Once again, thanks for the reviews!!!!!
Chapter Eight
"Doc!" Trip yelled.
Doctor Phlox turned and immediately saw the problem. "Lay her down over there," He said, pointing to a bed.
Trip complied and the Doctor got out a scanner. "What happened?" He asked as He began his scans.
"We were talking and she just… collapsed. Don't ask me why."
"I don't believe I'll need to ask you, Commander." He grabbed a hypospray and filled it with some kind of medicinal liquid. He walked over to T'Pol as he continued, "It appears that she is having more trouble adjusting to her pregnancy than she should be."
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" Trip asked in a concerned yet angry tone.
"Oh, it's nothing serious," the Doctor assured him. "But she may continue to collapse fairly frequently for the duration of her pregnancy."
"How long is that? And how come you didn't tell me this BEFORE she collapsed?"
Doctor Phlox seemed to ignore the statement and instead injected T'Pol with the hypospray. She opened her eyes and sat up. "What happened?" she asked.
"You're body is not compensating for the human metabolism of the… babies. As a result, you simply… collapsed," Doctor Phlox told her. "And I'm afraid that this will continue to occur. So I suggest that you have someone with you at all times. And that someone should have a hypospray ready so that you don't have to come to sickbay every time.
Trip expected T'Pol to object to, or at least question, the Doctor's suggestion, but instead she just hopped off the bed. "Very well," she told him.
"But only the three of us know about his… unless T'Pol plans on tellin' someone else about it, that means that you, me, or the Cap'n' have to follow her everywhere for the next seven months!" Trip protested.
"Ten months actually. And yes, Commander, that is correct," the Doctor stated matter-of-factly.
"Ten?!" Trip exclaimed, very confused.
"Vulcan pregnancies are considerably longer than those of humans. Human children develop faster, which is why the pregnancy is causing such problems. I might point out that, with triplets and the human metabolism, ten months could be more time than it will take. But considering I've never heard of a Vulcan having triplets and a human-Vulcan hybrid has never been done before, I can't be sure."
"Oh," Trip replied, still confused but not wanting the Doctor to continue further. He turned to T'Pol and told her about the Captain's plan before continuing. "Is she free to go, Doc?"
"Of course."
"Well, then. We need to get to engineering before our visitors start snoopin' and figure out we're not there.
"Vulcans don't snoop," T'Pol replied. She started toward the door, Trip following behind her.
"Commander!" called Doctor Phlox, waving a hypospray.
Trip turned around and took the hypospray from the Doctor's hand and mumbled. "How could I forget?"
He turned back to follow T'Pol, who had stopped just as she had reached the door. He reached her and the two of them began walking to engineering.
"So I've gotta follow you around with a hypospray for ten months?" Trip asked rhetorically.
"Not only you," she reminded him. "The Captain and Doctor Phlox can both do it just as well."
"But do you really think that's likely? The Doc can't leave sickbay for ten months… what if there was some emergency? And the Cap'n can't leave the bridge with you every time you go anywhere."
"Do you not want to assist me, Commander?" She asked sternly, avoiding his question. "Because if you do not want to, I can tell someone else about my situation and ask them to help. Would you like that, Commander? For someone else to know of your involvement?"
He was about to comment on the fact that it wasn't him, but He knew that would get him nowhere. Instead, He just raised his hands defensively and frowned. "I'm comin' aren't I?"
T'Pol walked to the turbolift with Trip doing his best to keep up.
Chapter Eight
"Doc!" Trip yelled.
Doctor Phlox turned and immediately saw the problem. "Lay her down over there," He said, pointing to a bed.
Trip complied and the Doctor got out a scanner. "What happened?" He asked as He began his scans.
"We were talking and she just… collapsed. Don't ask me why."
"I don't believe I'll need to ask you, Commander." He grabbed a hypospray and filled it with some kind of medicinal liquid. He walked over to T'Pol as he continued, "It appears that she is having more trouble adjusting to her pregnancy than she should be."
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" Trip asked in a concerned yet angry tone.
"Oh, it's nothing serious," the Doctor assured him. "But she may continue to collapse fairly frequently for the duration of her pregnancy."
"How long is that? And how come you didn't tell me this BEFORE she collapsed?"
Doctor Phlox seemed to ignore the statement and instead injected T'Pol with the hypospray. She opened her eyes and sat up. "What happened?" she asked.
"You're body is not compensating for the human metabolism of the… babies. As a result, you simply… collapsed," Doctor Phlox told her. "And I'm afraid that this will continue to occur. So I suggest that you have someone with you at all times. And that someone should have a hypospray ready so that you don't have to come to sickbay every time.
Trip expected T'Pol to object to, or at least question, the Doctor's suggestion, but instead she just hopped off the bed. "Very well," she told him.
"But only the three of us know about his… unless T'Pol plans on tellin' someone else about it, that means that you, me, or the Cap'n' have to follow her everywhere for the next seven months!" Trip protested.
"Ten months actually. And yes, Commander, that is correct," the Doctor stated matter-of-factly.
"Ten?!" Trip exclaimed, very confused.
"Vulcan pregnancies are considerably longer than those of humans. Human children develop faster, which is why the pregnancy is causing such problems. I might point out that, with triplets and the human metabolism, ten months could be more time than it will take. But considering I've never heard of a Vulcan having triplets and a human-Vulcan hybrid has never been done before, I can't be sure."
"Oh," Trip replied, still confused but not wanting the Doctor to continue further. He turned to T'Pol and told her about the Captain's plan before continuing. "Is she free to go, Doc?"
"Of course."
"Well, then. We need to get to engineering before our visitors start snoopin' and figure out we're not there.
"Vulcans don't snoop," T'Pol replied. She started toward the door, Trip following behind her.
"Commander!" called Doctor Phlox, waving a hypospray.
Trip turned around and took the hypospray from the Doctor's hand and mumbled. "How could I forget?"
He turned back to follow T'Pol, who had stopped just as she had reached the door. He reached her and the two of them began walking to engineering.
"So I've gotta follow you around with a hypospray for ten months?" Trip asked rhetorically.
"Not only you," she reminded him. "The Captain and Doctor Phlox can both do it just as well."
"But do you really think that's likely? The Doc can't leave sickbay for ten months… what if there was some emergency? And the Cap'n can't leave the bridge with you every time you go anywhere."
"Do you not want to assist me, Commander?" She asked sternly, avoiding his question. "Because if you do not want to, I can tell someone else about my situation and ask them to help. Would you like that, Commander? For someone else to know of your involvement?"
He was about to comment on the fact that it wasn't him, but He knew that would get him nowhere. Instead, He just raised his hands defensively and frowned. "I'm comin' aren't I?"
T'Pol walked to the turbolift with Trip doing his best to keep up.