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"Archer to Sickbay."
"Phlox here."
"Do whatever you can Doctor,"
"Understood."
"Archer out."
Phlox turned and looked back at his patients.
"What's going on Doc?" Trip asked coughing.
He didn't reply and merely looked to the corner where Malcolm lay.
He walked slowly towards Malcolm, and then to his utter amazement, Malcolm opened his eyes.
"Lieutenant?" he asked gently.
Malcolm turned his gaze towards him.
"Hurts," he rasped barely audible above the noise of the others coughing and sneezing.
He choked again and heaved up more blood into the bowl beside the biobed.
Phlox stared at the bowl intently. Malcolm choked again this time falling back into the sweet unconscious as blood fell from his mouth.
Phlox quickly took away the bowl and took a sample from it.
"Perfect!" he breathed beaming.
Half an hour later he held a small amount of the antidote in his hands, he injected Trip, Libran and Hoshi. Now all he had to do was wait.
Malcolm woke up for a brief spell again, only to find he was staring right into Trips eyes.
"S'bout time ya woke up," Trip teased.
He gave him a small smile.
"Hallucinating now." He murmured.
"I'm not a hallucination Mal," said Trip, looking confused.
"I saw the ship.....explode." Malcolm rasped his eyes closing. "S'all my fau..."
"Commander Tucker you should be resting!" Phlox tutted, directing Trip back to his biobed.
"I feel better now!" Trip argued.
"That remains to be seen, now lie down please," Phlox ordered.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Two Days later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trip watched is friend anxiously.
Malcolm hadn't woken properly, not since the transfusion. Even now he still looked pale and drawn. Thin. Too thin. Nothing more than a bag of bones with skin. Doctor Phlox wasn't sure if he would awaken. He'd nearly died four times. His fever was still raging but less than it had been. They took it as a good sign.
Most of the others had now recovered from the virus, a few were still coughing in hankies but they had been released to their quarters on sick leave.
Libran had gone. The Tannerns took him away. Archer had ordered Mayweather to take them out of orbit. He hadn't offered the Jennerns the cure.
Malcolm shifted slightly; the movement was so tiny Trip wondered if he'd seen it at all.
He took a sharp intake of breath, the machine started beeping wildly.
~*~Such bad writers block you wouldn't believe! Might change this chapter but need some thoughts-please review!~*~
"Archer to Sickbay."
"Phlox here."
"Do whatever you can Doctor,"
"Understood."
"Archer out."
Phlox turned and looked back at his patients.
"What's going on Doc?" Trip asked coughing.
He didn't reply and merely looked to the corner where Malcolm lay.
He walked slowly towards Malcolm, and then to his utter amazement, Malcolm opened his eyes.
"Lieutenant?" he asked gently.
Malcolm turned his gaze towards him.
"Hurts," he rasped barely audible above the noise of the others coughing and sneezing.
He choked again and heaved up more blood into the bowl beside the biobed.
Phlox stared at the bowl intently. Malcolm choked again this time falling back into the sweet unconscious as blood fell from his mouth.
Phlox quickly took away the bowl and took a sample from it.
"Perfect!" he breathed beaming.
Half an hour later he held a small amount of the antidote in his hands, he injected Trip, Libran and Hoshi. Now all he had to do was wait.
Malcolm woke up for a brief spell again, only to find he was staring right into Trips eyes.
"S'bout time ya woke up," Trip teased.
He gave him a small smile.
"Hallucinating now." He murmured.
"I'm not a hallucination Mal," said Trip, looking confused.
"I saw the ship.....explode." Malcolm rasped his eyes closing. "S'all my fau..."
"Commander Tucker you should be resting!" Phlox tutted, directing Trip back to his biobed.
"I feel better now!" Trip argued.
"That remains to be seen, now lie down please," Phlox ordered.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Two Days later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trip watched is friend anxiously.
Malcolm hadn't woken properly, not since the transfusion. Even now he still looked pale and drawn. Thin. Too thin. Nothing more than a bag of bones with skin. Doctor Phlox wasn't sure if he would awaken. He'd nearly died four times. His fever was still raging but less than it had been. They took it as a good sign.
Most of the others had now recovered from the virus, a few were still coughing in hankies but they had been released to their quarters on sick leave.
Libran had gone. The Tannerns took him away. Archer had ordered Mayweather to take them out of orbit. He hadn't offered the Jennerns the cure.
Malcolm shifted slightly; the movement was so tiny Trip wondered if he'd seen it at all.
He took a sharp intake of breath, the machine started beeping wildly.
~*~Such bad writers block you wouldn't believe! Might change this chapter but need some thoughts-please review!~*~