Word Count: 165
Prompt: Suggested by SpaceMonkey0941, freaking out over lemons
Inside the infirmary, firmly planted on one of the beds, sat a very disturbed Doctor McKay.
He rocked back and forth, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes widened to the size of saucers. His head jerked every few seconds and he muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'Lemons' every time his eye left eye twitched with the nervous tick he had developed over the past few days.
He'd been in this exact same state ever since he had returned from P3X-248 and there was nothing anyone on Atlantis could do for him. He was just going to have to get over it on his own.
His right eye started blinking rapidly of it's own accord as he pictured the evil, evil planet again. He vividly remembered stepping out of the gate and into a world of bright, Technicolor shades of orange, yellow and green, like Willy Wonka's chocolate factory on acid.
Honestly...whoever heard of a place where everything was made of citrus?