Chapter Three
Trip could hear Hoshi's voice in sickbay as he sat in decon. Phlox wanted to try decon to get rid of the bacteria and naturally Trip was the genia pig. Hoshi was talking to Phlox about the disease, but he couldn't make her voice out. Hoshi's voice was music to his ears, he had missed her so much. If only he could touch her...
"Hoshi!" Trip yelled out and pounded on the decon walls. "Hoshi!"He had to get her attention. There was important things he needed to tell her. Why wasn't she responding?
He heard movement. Slight steps near the chamber and then breathing.
"Yes?" she said, almost mischieviously. Part of her wanted to laugh that she hadn't gotten sick but Trip had. Malcolm had contact with him earlier before they figured out that the cold traveled by touch. Malcolm had brought Trip a PADD and their hands had touched long enough for the virus to travel to Trip. Hoshi was one of the few people who had made sure they weren't touching anyone. Sick or not.
"What have you found?" Trip asked, coughing. Hoshi felt sorry for him.
"Nothing much, I've been constantly having the governer hailed but he's not answering any calls. We think he may know something about the disease," her sing-song voice replied.
"You gotta question Jos, I swear he has to know what's going on." Coughing continued.
Hoshi waited for his coughing to subside and then she said, "Are you sure this isn't a vendetta of your's and you want him questioned because he's wronged you?"
"Dammit Hoshi! I listen to your thoughts on matters, listen to me!"
Hoshi was taken aback at first with his response. She looked around the sickbay and noticed people were stirring on their biobeds after that. She touched the glass above her where she could make out Trip breathing heavily against the wall.
"All right," she sighed.
"Maybe it's some sort of terrorist plot, I don't know. But Jos has to be part of it somehow. Maybe they're not trying to hurt us, just their people. Like on Earth in the 20th and 21st century," Trip wheezed.
Hoshi nodded, it was very possible. She went for the door to sickbay when Trip yelled her name again. He then coughed and wheezed; like he couldn't breathe.
"Yes, Trip?" she said.
"I love you," he whispered.
Hoshi knew he did, but it was conforting. It was also his way of telling her there might be trouble soon. "I love you too," she whispered as quietly as possible, without anyone but him hearing. He heard him sigh and slump onto the bench in the decon chamber. He was calm now.
The linguist was no where's near calm. She knew something was about to go down and she would fight to figure this out. Even if it meant finding out dark things about the planet below.
Trip could hear Hoshi's voice in sickbay as he sat in decon. Phlox wanted to try decon to get rid of the bacteria and naturally Trip was the genia pig. Hoshi was talking to Phlox about the disease, but he couldn't make her voice out. Hoshi's voice was music to his ears, he had missed her so much. If only he could touch her...
"Hoshi!" Trip yelled out and pounded on the decon walls. "Hoshi!"He had to get her attention. There was important things he needed to tell her. Why wasn't she responding?
He heard movement. Slight steps near the chamber and then breathing.
"Yes?" she said, almost mischieviously. Part of her wanted to laugh that she hadn't gotten sick but Trip had. Malcolm had contact with him earlier before they figured out that the cold traveled by touch. Malcolm had brought Trip a PADD and their hands had touched long enough for the virus to travel to Trip. Hoshi was one of the few people who had made sure they weren't touching anyone. Sick or not.
"What have you found?" Trip asked, coughing. Hoshi felt sorry for him.
"Nothing much, I've been constantly having the governer hailed but he's not answering any calls. We think he may know something about the disease," her sing-song voice replied.
"You gotta question Jos, I swear he has to know what's going on." Coughing continued.
Hoshi waited for his coughing to subside and then she said, "Are you sure this isn't a vendetta of your's and you want him questioned because he's wronged you?"
"Dammit Hoshi! I listen to your thoughts on matters, listen to me!"
Hoshi was taken aback at first with his response. She looked around the sickbay and noticed people were stirring on their biobeds after that. She touched the glass above her where she could make out Trip breathing heavily against the wall.
"All right," she sighed.
"Maybe it's some sort of terrorist plot, I don't know. But Jos has to be part of it somehow. Maybe they're not trying to hurt us, just their people. Like on Earth in the 20th and 21st century," Trip wheezed.
Hoshi nodded, it was very possible. She went for the door to sickbay when Trip yelled her name again. He then coughed and wheezed; like he couldn't breathe.
"Yes, Trip?" she said.
"I love you," he whispered.
Hoshi knew he did, but it was conforting. It was also his way of telling her there might be trouble soon. "I love you too," she whispered as quietly as possible, without anyone but him hearing. He heard him sigh and slump onto the bench in the decon chamber. He was calm now.
The linguist was no where's near calm. She knew something was about to go down and she would fight to figure this out. Even if it meant finding out dark things about the planet below.
