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Bliss. Total utter drugged bliss. Malcolm smiled drunkenly at the ceiling. "This is what dreams are made of, Trip."
Trip raised an eyebrow and glanced across at Phlox. "How many drugs did you give him again?"
Malcolm blinked. "Give me even more, Phlox, and I might be able to forget what it felt like with the commander right on top of me!"
Trip pulled an expression of mock hurt. "But Mal, I thought we had a good thing going back there, me, you and our pet mini-beast."
Malcolm snorted and closed his eyes. "It's a good thing we got rid of the damn thing; housetraining it would've been hell on my trousers."
"Yeah," Trip grinned. "It wouldn't have been too cute when it got bigger either."
Malcolm tutted and opened his eyes again. "Trip, a mini-beast is for life, not just for Christmas."
Trip chuckled, the doors to sickbay opened. Travis, Hoshi and Archer poked their heads round the door. "Are they up to visitors?" Archer asked smiling.
"We sure are," said Trip quickly before Phlox could reply.
"Not for too long though," Phlox added with a warning look in Trip and Malcolm's direction, only one of whom nodded sombrely in response.
"Glad you two are ok," said Travis smiling broadly.
Malcolm nodded seriously. "We're fine, Travis." He had a brief vision of the water rushing up to meet him and shuddered. "Absolutely fine."
Hours later Malcolm found himself staring up at the ceiling of sickbay. He was pretty sure he should be resting, but the general happy high from the pain medication Phlox had given him had worn off.
Now everything ached, and he couldn't shift the memory of being thrown around in the river. He sighed quietly and closed his eyes.
"Malcolm? You're not fine, are you?" Trip's voice floated across the room.
"Not really," Malcolm admitted softly.
Trip turned took look at Malcolm. He smiled. "You will be."
"I know."
Malcolm felt like he should say something further, but then he realised, there's only so much emotion you can cram into one day before you make like a mini-beast and piddle on the nearest trouser leg.
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