CHAPTER 3 – BEST FRIENDS
Sara and Ian moved into the empty guest quarters across the corridor from the Janeways. The two couples became fast friends, the women discovering a mutual love for rich, black coffee and dark, handsome men, and their husbands admitting an unfortunate proclivity for marrying stubborn, fiery women who always managed to get their way—one way or another. Sara and Kathryn were relaxing on Kathryn's sofa three weeks later, discussing their husbands—who were on a two-week trading mission, Ian as an observer—when Sara abruptly scrambled up and rushed to the bathroom. She came back several minutes later, looking wan and tired, her face tinged green.
Concerned, Kathryn asked, "Sara, are you all right?"
Sara sank down onto the sofa and propped her elbows up on her knees, her head dropping into her hands. She kneaded her scalp with her fingers for a long moment, then lifted her head wearily. "I, uh…" She swallowed hard in an attempt to keep her lunch from reappearing. "I haven't been feeling well for the past few days, especially in the mornings." She swallowed once more, looking as if she were going to be sick again. Kathryn eyed her warily as she began to turn an alarming shade of green.
"I haven't been doing so well lately, either," Kathryn said as she helped Sara to stand. "Let's go to sickbay and have the Doctor check us both out."
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