The Cover Up Syndrome Part 6
Zeeltor whistled absently as he continued to shuffle through the mountain of reports. So far almost every MiB agent, secretary, staff, and custodian had undergone the deneuralization procedure. Yet Zeeltor still could not find any link to those whose memories were tampered with. It was all very frustrating. No pattern could be found among the myriad of reports.in his stack at any rate.
H, unaware of the attention Zeeltor gave him, continued his tedious search through his pile. It was not until he felt a deep breathing on the back of the neck that he looked up, frowned, and turned about.
.only to find Zeeltor's softball-sized eyes goggling back at him.
H gritted his teeth. "If you please, Dr. Zeeltor, I can't tolerate being watched as I work."
Zeeltor blinked then quickly backed up. "Er, I was just wondering."he said as he tugged at his necktie uneasily. "If you.you know, found anything?"
H rolled his eyes. "If I had found something Doctor, I would have said so," he replied sternly. Then he turned to his work with his back towards Zeeltor.
Now it was Zeeltor's turn to roll his eyes. "I never understand humans," he told Lucy.
Lucy belched in reply.
H shook his head in annoyance. How could Zed do this to me, he thought angrily. After all my faithful service to the agency, he decides to make me work with a quack posing as a physician. He glanced over at Zeeltor, who was crooning to his pet bacteria. Renowned physican, my a**.
His thoughts were interrupted by uproarious laugther outside the lab. What is it now, he groaned.
The door hissed open and Zed entered with Lindunn and company. The president of the ARC (Alien Rights Committee) was holding his sides, and tears rolled down his face.
"Dam* Zed, you got to admit that will be one moment in Federation history that will be remembered forever," Lindunn chuckled.
Zed scowled. "You knew it was going to happen, and yet you let me follow through on it. I've never been so embarrassed in my whole life. And Ambassador Klinin, how is he going to take it? What if he declared war on Earth all because of your idea of humor?" he demanded.
"Oh come on, Zed. War over something like that? I doubt even the proud Klinin would stoop so low to fight with an inferior race like yours."
Zed's lips tightened but he did not say anymore once he noticed the stares he was receiving from H and Zeeltor. He cleared his throat. "H, Zeeltor." He nodded at each respectfully. "I apologize for the interruption, but could you be so kind as to make an unscheduled appointment?" His question seemed to be more like an order than a request.
Lindunn got the hint and excused himself. He left with his bodyguards, still snickering as he did so.
Zed ignored the inquisitive stares he was getting from both physicians and sat himself heavily upon the medical bed.
Zeeltor went into his doctor-mode. "So," he clapped his hands together. "What could I do for you today, Zed?" Zeeltor glanced nervously at H, hoping there wasn't going to be a conflict on who gets to treat the head of MiB.
But to his great surprise, H turned quickly away and returned to his work on the deneuralization reports.
Zeeltor shrugged. At least war was off, for now anyways.
Zed sighed. "Well, you know that I suffer from stress and tension."
"But surely your agents can't be that big of a headache," Zeeltor interjected. He smirked. "And I know that you have an uncanny knack of being able to organize your time. So your affairs with foreign policy won't disrupt your sleep."
Zed frowned. "It's different this time. I swear it never got this bad before. I woke up about six times last night. And." He paused and rubbed his temples. "It feels as if the blood is literally boiling brain. I hear voices murmuring threats."
Zeeltor rubbed his neck. "Strange, I never heard of such symptoms. Maybe this is a bit beyond my skills as a physician, I have to admit." This earned a scoff from H. Zeeltor ignored it. "Perhaps you could see Dr. Donovan in the Psychiatric Ward about those dreams. To me, it sounds like a bad case of indigestion."
Zed looked offended. "I laid off the bunt cake like you told me to," he insisted.
"Well," Zeeltor shrugged. "I'm afraid all I can do is just prescribe you a mild sedative. That will at least get you your 8 hours."
"3 hours," Zed corrected as he heaved himself off the medical bed.
"Whatever." Zeeltor strode over to the Drug Sorter and promptly pressed a few buttons. Some red pills slid from a tube into the medicine bottle. Zeeltor handed Zed the bunch. "Take one before going to bed. And remember, no citric drinks."
"Gotcha." Zed nodded his thanks and left, passing Agent N who was waxing the Infirmary's floor.
The agent took one look at Zed's retreating back before returning to his task.
Zeeltor sighed. "The most bizarre case of migraine I've ever heard of," he said to no one in particular.
H looked up and sneered. "That's because you're inexperienced. The only reason why you are renowned is due to your inventions and radical ideas of medical practice."
Placing his hands on his sides, Zeeltor frowned. "And you think you could do any better?"
H nodded curtly. "Of course. Our chief is suffering from extreme anxiety. What we should be concerned about are those hallucinations of hearing voices."
"And what would you have prescribed?"
"Obviously," answered H matter-of-factly. "I would have gave him a mild depressant. That ought to mellow Zed out a bit. I always told him he was working himself too hard."
"If you think you would have done a better job, why not do so?" Zeeltor asked impatiently.
H blinked. "Well, I.I just wanted to let you make a fool of yourself. It was the only way to show how inadequate you are as a physician. Besides, you needed the experience," he stammered.
"Hmm, I thought you would have jumped at the opportunity to show off in front of me and impress Zed with your skills."
H shrugged. "Just goes to show you that humans cannot be totally understood," he replied hastily. He ended the conversation by turning back to his work.
Zeeltor shook his head. Not only is H arrogant but also eccentric, he thought as he fed his pet bacteria. Lucy made a few chirruping sounds in gratitude.
H glanced back over his shoulder. Nosy alien, he thought. What was it to him if I didn't want to treat Zed? He just better stop questioning if he knows what's good for him.
The rest of the day was in spent in silence, except for the sound of shuffling paper.
Zeeltor whistled absently as he continued to shuffle through the mountain of reports. So far almost every MiB agent, secretary, staff, and custodian had undergone the deneuralization procedure. Yet Zeeltor still could not find any link to those whose memories were tampered with. It was all very frustrating. No pattern could be found among the myriad of reports.in his stack at any rate.
H, unaware of the attention Zeeltor gave him, continued his tedious search through his pile. It was not until he felt a deep breathing on the back of the neck that he looked up, frowned, and turned about.
.only to find Zeeltor's softball-sized eyes goggling back at him.
H gritted his teeth. "If you please, Dr. Zeeltor, I can't tolerate being watched as I work."
Zeeltor blinked then quickly backed up. "Er, I was just wondering."he said as he tugged at his necktie uneasily. "If you.you know, found anything?"
H rolled his eyes. "If I had found something Doctor, I would have said so," he replied sternly. Then he turned to his work with his back towards Zeeltor.
Now it was Zeeltor's turn to roll his eyes. "I never understand humans," he told Lucy.
Lucy belched in reply.
H shook his head in annoyance. How could Zed do this to me, he thought angrily. After all my faithful service to the agency, he decides to make me work with a quack posing as a physician. He glanced over at Zeeltor, who was crooning to his pet bacteria. Renowned physican, my a**.
His thoughts were interrupted by uproarious laugther outside the lab. What is it now, he groaned.
The door hissed open and Zed entered with Lindunn and company. The president of the ARC (Alien Rights Committee) was holding his sides, and tears rolled down his face.
"Dam* Zed, you got to admit that will be one moment in Federation history that will be remembered forever," Lindunn chuckled.
Zed scowled. "You knew it was going to happen, and yet you let me follow through on it. I've never been so embarrassed in my whole life. And Ambassador Klinin, how is he going to take it? What if he declared war on Earth all because of your idea of humor?" he demanded.
"Oh come on, Zed. War over something like that? I doubt even the proud Klinin would stoop so low to fight with an inferior race like yours."
Zed's lips tightened but he did not say anymore once he noticed the stares he was receiving from H and Zeeltor. He cleared his throat. "H, Zeeltor." He nodded at each respectfully. "I apologize for the interruption, but could you be so kind as to make an unscheduled appointment?" His question seemed to be more like an order than a request.
Lindunn got the hint and excused himself. He left with his bodyguards, still snickering as he did so.
Zed ignored the inquisitive stares he was getting from both physicians and sat himself heavily upon the medical bed.
Zeeltor went into his doctor-mode. "So," he clapped his hands together. "What could I do for you today, Zed?" Zeeltor glanced nervously at H, hoping there wasn't going to be a conflict on who gets to treat the head of MiB.
But to his great surprise, H turned quickly away and returned to his work on the deneuralization reports.
Zeeltor shrugged. At least war was off, for now anyways.
Zed sighed. "Well, you know that I suffer from stress and tension."
"But surely your agents can't be that big of a headache," Zeeltor interjected. He smirked. "And I know that you have an uncanny knack of being able to organize your time. So your affairs with foreign policy won't disrupt your sleep."
Zed frowned. "It's different this time. I swear it never got this bad before. I woke up about six times last night. And." He paused and rubbed his temples. "It feels as if the blood is literally boiling brain. I hear voices murmuring threats."
Zeeltor rubbed his neck. "Strange, I never heard of such symptoms. Maybe this is a bit beyond my skills as a physician, I have to admit." This earned a scoff from H. Zeeltor ignored it. "Perhaps you could see Dr. Donovan in the Psychiatric Ward about those dreams. To me, it sounds like a bad case of indigestion."
Zed looked offended. "I laid off the bunt cake like you told me to," he insisted.
"Well," Zeeltor shrugged. "I'm afraid all I can do is just prescribe you a mild sedative. That will at least get you your 8 hours."
"3 hours," Zed corrected as he heaved himself off the medical bed.
"Whatever." Zeeltor strode over to the Drug Sorter and promptly pressed a few buttons. Some red pills slid from a tube into the medicine bottle. Zeeltor handed Zed the bunch. "Take one before going to bed. And remember, no citric drinks."
"Gotcha." Zed nodded his thanks and left, passing Agent N who was waxing the Infirmary's floor.
The agent took one look at Zed's retreating back before returning to his task.
Zeeltor sighed. "The most bizarre case of migraine I've ever heard of," he said to no one in particular.
H looked up and sneered. "That's because you're inexperienced. The only reason why you are renowned is due to your inventions and radical ideas of medical practice."
Placing his hands on his sides, Zeeltor frowned. "And you think you could do any better?"
H nodded curtly. "Of course. Our chief is suffering from extreme anxiety. What we should be concerned about are those hallucinations of hearing voices."
"And what would you have prescribed?"
"Obviously," answered H matter-of-factly. "I would have gave him a mild depressant. That ought to mellow Zed out a bit. I always told him he was working himself too hard."
"If you think you would have done a better job, why not do so?" Zeeltor asked impatiently.
H blinked. "Well, I.I just wanted to let you make a fool of yourself. It was the only way to show how inadequate you are as a physician. Besides, you needed the experience," he stammered.
"Hmm, I thought you would have jumped at the opportunity to show off in front of me and impress Zed with your skills."
H shrugged. "Just goes to show you that humans cannot be totally understood," he replied hastily. He ended the conversation by turning back to his work.
Zeeltor shook his head. Not only is H arrogant but also eccentric, he thought as he fed his pet bacteria. Lucy made a few chirruping sounds in gratitude.
H glanced back over his shoulder. Nosy alien, he thought. What was it to him if I didn't want to treat Zed? He just better stop questioning if he knows what's good for him.
The rest of the day was in spent in silence, except for the sound of shuffling paper.