"Friends Don't Let Friends Sneeze Alone"
Hoshi lay in her bunk, surrounded by the necessary accoutrements: tissues, a glass of water, and medications. She was laid low by the common cold and there wasn't a damn thing modern medicine could do except ease the symptoms. Slightly.
Phlox found it amusing, probably because Denobulans don't get colds. Her door chimed and she sneezed, tearing at her already painfully sore throat.
"Hi, Hoshi," Trip said, stepping in, "I brought you some things."
She tried to glare, but it took too much energy. "I thought I said everybody should leave me to die."
"Well, until that happens, here's some stuff that might help."
Curiosity got the better of her. "What?"
Balancing the box, Trip pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. "Let's see." He rummaged a bit. "Chef sent you chicken soup, his mom's recipe." Out came a pot, heavenly-smelling even through her stuffed nose. Next he hauled out two padds. "And to keep you busy, Liz sent trashy novels and Malcolm sent crossword puzzles."
Dazed, she took the padds. "Oh."
"I brought company, so you'll know you're not forgotten."
Hoshi dabbed her eyes. "Thank you, Trip, and thank everyone else."
"Hey, what are friends for?"
* * * * *
Yup, you guessed it, I've got a cold. Write what you know and all that.
Hoshi lay in her bunk, surrounded by the necessary accoutrements: tissues, a glass of water, and medications. She was laid low by the common cold and there wasn't a damn thing modern medicine could do except ease the symptoms. Slightly.
Phlox found it amusing, probably because Denobulans don't get colds. Her door chimed and she sneezed, tearing at her already painfully sore throat.
"Hi, Hoshi," Trip said, stepping in, "I brought you some things."
She tried to glare, but it took too much energy. "I thought I said everybody should leave me to die."
"Well, until that happens, here's some stuff that might help."
Curiosity got the better of her. "What?"
Balancing the box, Trip pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. "Let's see." He rummaged a bit. "Chef sent you chicken soup, his mom's recipe." Out came a pot, heavenly-smelling even through her stuffed nose. Next he hauled out two padds. "And to keep you busy, Liz sent trashy novels and Malcolm sent crossword puzzles."
Dazed, she took the padds. "Oh."
"I brought company, so you'll know you're not forgotten."
Hoshi dabbed her eyes. "Thank you, Trip, and thank everyone else."
"Hey, what are friends for?"
* * * * *
Yup, you guessed it, I've got a cold. Write what you know and all that.