I'm sorry that I haven't updated in so long but I was really busy with school work and such, plus I couldn't think of anything good to write
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Trip awoke with a start. He could sense that something was wrong in the small room. He fearfully listened for the breathing of his six month old daughter. Fear struck him as he heard her forced breath coming slower and slower. He leaped out of his bed and scooped her small form into his arms. He carefully wrapped her up and ran as fast as he could to sick bay.
He knocked rapidly on the door yelling for Phlox to open the door.
The doctor hurriedly came and opened the door for Trip.
"Trip, Trip, what's the matter? You should be asleep." Asked Phlox, confused.
"Emmy's sick! Help!" yelled Trip, all of his thoughts on his sick daughter.
Phlox quickly took the wheezing baby from her father's arms. He laid the little girl down on a cot and ran his tricorder over her.
"It seems that she has a cold. Her body shouldn't be reacting to the virus like this because of your genes, but it seems to have centralized on her delicate respiratory system." Explained the doctor.
"Don't just stand there and tell me what's wrong! Help her!" yelled Trip frantically, as he gripped Phlox's collar.
Trip felt a hypo-spray depress on his neck before collapsing into a dreamless sleep.
T'Pol had been on her way to Trip's quarters so she could take care of Emily for him. She had to pass by the sickbay to get there and saw Trip yelling at Dr. Phlox. She quickly walked in and grabbed a hypo-spray to sedate him with. She quickly injected him and watched him fall to the ground.
"Thank you T'Pol, but it wasn't necessary." Said the doctor calmly, as he straightened his collar.
She said nothing as she glanced around the room. She froze when she saw the doctor rush over to small struggling form.
The doctor picked up the whimpering baby and started comforting her as he put her on the examining table. As the bed retracted into the body scanner he rushed over to one of his animals, a cat-looking thing, and started extracting its saliva. He set that aside when the stats appeared on the screen outside the capsule.
"Oh…my…" said Phlox as he looked at the screen. All of a sudden he started to work even faster, first finishing with the cat thing, then putting Emily in an incubator.
"Doctor, is there anything I can do to help?" asked T'Pol in a businesslike way.
"Oh!" exclaimed the doctor, as if he had forgotten she was there, then said, "Ah, nothing with Emily, but you could put Mr. Tucker on a bed so I don't trip over him."
The Vulcan nodded and picked up the unconscious engineer. She laid him on a cot before the doctor could trip over him.
She took off his shoes before getting a blanket for him. When she returned he seemed to be having a nightmare.
"Emma…Emmy! …No! ... Not her… t-take me…" he murmured, his brow furrowed at the awful thoughts.
She stared at him before taking his hand and stroking it. His whimpers silenced at the touch. She sat down with her hand still in his.
T'Pol woke up next to Tucker's cot, uninhabited. She quickly glanced around and saw him staring at the incubator that held his daughter. Two IVs were attached to her arms. One of the IV's held a bright blue liquid, while the other held a clear fluid. As she got closer she saw that the baby had a respirator on as well.
Trip was startled when T'Pol came to stand next to him. He had been crying and he hopelessly tried to hide it.
"Thanks for stopping me." he said, his voice cracking.
"You seemed quite intent on harming the doctor. But I suppose you had a good reason?" she said softly.
"He wasn't helping."
"He is now." She said flatly.
They stayed like that for a while longer before he said: "Thanks for staying with me."
She said nothing as they listened to the quiet in and out of the respirator.
Trip all of a sudden leaned forward in his chair and she could hear him sobbing. She took a step forward and was taken by surprise as he turned around in his chair, hugging her middle.
"Oh god, T'Pol! She could die! It's all my fault!" he sobbed as he desperately hung onto her.
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A/N: o_O cliffie, sorta. Well, I obviously took soaltoast's suggestion – thank you for that any way.
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