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Chapel yawned and leant back in her chair, watching McCoy tell off Ensign something-or-other about the dangers of. . .something-or-other.
She looked back at the Word Document she'd been writing. Scrappy. Bad language use. Use of the word "And" three times in the same sentence.
"Meh," She said to the empty room at large, "it's not as if he reads these anyway."
"Who reads what anyway?" Riley asked, coming into the room and looking over her shoulder at the Report, "you mean that? And McCoy? And that. . ."
She switched off then, and only occasionally nodded throughout his entire theory, thinking how she liked him much better when he was under the effects of the Psi 2000 virus. At least then, he actually shut up.
". . .and so on and so on. How you been?"
Chapel jerked out of her revere at the question, "uh. . .bored. But fine. Finely bored. You?"
"Can't complain. Did you hear Chekov dropped that girder on Uhura's head? Boy, was she mad!"
"Yeah, I heard. She had concussion, apparently. Is she okay?"
"I dunno. You're the nurse, aren't you?" Riley jumped to his feet, managing to step on hers without noticing, "well . . .I'm off. I'm on night-duty in Engineering. I gotta get some sleep or I'll. . .die, probably. See ya."
"Bye-bye." Chapel muttered without looking up from her sore foot.
As soon as Riley left he was replaced by a fuming McCoy.
"How stupid can ya get?" He asked, "I mean, sticking your finger in an electrical socket? You deserve to be shocked! The he goes on and on about safety, and the friggin' switch had a "Do Not Touch Me" thingy written above it! I mean, for Gods' sake!"
"Yes doctor." Chapel replied, wriggling her toes, thinking her day just couldn't get any worse.
"Oh, and there's this meeting being held tonight so you're gonna hafta look after the shop," McCoy added, "night-duty. Ten till half past three. You can handle that, can't you?"
"Yes doctor," Chapel replied, dead-pan, thinking 'oh look. M day just got worse.'
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Chapel yawned and leant back in her chair, watching McCoy tell off Ensign something-or-other about the dangers of. . .something-or-other.
She looked back at the Word Document she'd been writing. Scrappy. Bad language use. Use of the word "And" three times in the same sentence.
"Meh," She said to the empty room at large, "it's not as if he reads these anyway."
"Who reads what anyway?" Riley asked, coming into the room and looking over her shoulder at the Report, "you mean that? And McCoy? And that. . ."
She switched off then, and only occasionally nodded throughout his entire theory, thinking how she liked him much better when he was under the effects of the Psi 2000 virus. At least then, he actually shut up.
". . .and so on and so on. How you been?"
Chapel jerked out of her revere at the question, "uh. . .bored. But fine. Finely bored. You?"
"Can't complain. Did you hear Chekov dropped that girder on Uhura's head? Boy, was she mad!"
"Yeah, I heard. She had concussion, apparently. Is she okay?"
"I dunno. You're the nurse, aren't you?" Riley jumped to his feet, managing to step on hers without noticing, "well . . .I'm off. I'm on night-duty in Engineering. I gotta get some sleep or I'll. . .die, probably. See ya."
"Bye-bye." Chapel muttered without looking up from her sore foot.
As soon as Riley left he was replaced by a fuming McCoy.
"How stupid can ya get?" He asked, "I mean, sticking your finger in an electrical socket? You deserve to be shocked! The he goes on and on about safety, and the friggin' switch had a "Do Not Touch Me" thingy written above it! I mean, for Gods' sake!"
"Yes doctor." Chapel replied, wriggling her toes, thinking her day just couldn't get any worse.
"Oh, and there's this meeting being held tonight so you're gonna hafta look after the shop," McCoy added, "night-duty. Ten till half past three. You can handle that, can't you?"
"Yes doctor," Chapel replied, dead-pan, thinking 'oh look. M day just got worse.'