"Dr. Culber, we can begin discharging patients with minor injuries to make room for others who may arrive," Skylar announced as the day neared an end.

Hugh nodded as the two got back to work and began releasing patients until they had only critical cases left.

"I don't know about you but I'm very glad it's time for the shift change," Skylar announced, "I haven't been this tired since my residency."

Hugh nodded in agreement until Paul walked in through the doors, "What are you doing here?" Hugh asked.

Paul revealed, "We are defying Starfleet orders and in order to do that we have to make them believe our spore drive isn't running perfectly. The Captain has sent me down for a full check up."

Skylar raised an eyebrow at Hugh with a little smile, "Do you want me to stay and assist?"

Hugh shook his head, "No, go get some rest. I can handle this one on my own."

She nodded before leaving the medbay and making her way to Gabriel's quarters. She knocked on the door once she arrived.

"Come in," she heard his voice through the door and walked in, not surprised to see him looked over a map.

"What are you working on?" she asked as she began to look over his charts.

He grabbed the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a moment before replying, "Burnham has a plan to beam aboard the Klingon sarcophagus and place sensors so we can locate them even under their cloak. The theory is that if we jump 133 times we can take out their ship, possibly bring an end to this war and save the species on the planet who helped us."

"That's a lot," she replied, "No wonder you look so stressed. Paul is have reactions to the spore drive," she began, "I'm not sure he could handle all of those jumps and the beaming plan sounds extremely dangerous as well," she said, honestly.

Gabriel shook his head, "I know but sometimes to win the war, you have to make some seemingly insane decisions. How was your day?" he asked, changing the subject.

She took a deep breath in through her nose, "I haven't had a day this rough in a very long time and I am ready to drop," she admitted, "If you don't mind, I think I'm just going to crash."

"I'll meet you in my bed later on," he smiled, walking toward her and grabbing her hand to lead her to his room. He helped her into the bed before leaning down and placing his lips gently to hers, "Get some rest. I love you," he said for the first time.

"I love you too, Gabriel," she replied with a smile, "Did you mean to say that or did it slip as a natural response?" she had to ask because of how surprised his words made her.

"I would never say those words if I didn't mean them," he smiled down at her before dimming the lights, "Now get some sleep and I'll be in soon," he disappeared, she imagined to convince Stamets to make the jumps.

Skylar fell asleep instantly but she woke not long after, nauseated. She stood from the bed to orient herself as she took deep breaths trying to make the sick feeling go away. She looked back at the bed and saw Gabriel wasn't there yet which she was grateful for in the moment as she realized she was going to lose the battle with her nausea and raced for the bathroom.

Once she was done being sick, she sat back against the wall in the bathroom and took a few deep breaths, "How did I catch a bug?" she said to herself as she heard a knock on the door.

"Sky, are you ok in there?" she heard Gabriel's voice, "It sounded like you were getting sick."

She took a deep breath and stood and walked out of the bathroom to see his concerned eyes looking back at her, "I did get sick," she admitted, "I must have caught a bug. I should go back to my room so I don't get it to you," she offered, her nausea still strong.

Gabriel shook his head, "That's nonsense," he helped her back to the bed before he wet a rag with cool water and placed it on her forehead. He then climbed into the bed with her, "I am not going to let you wander the halls in this condition plus, I'm not gonna get much sleep while my crew is preparing for my insane mission," he revealed.

"You got Stamets on board?" she asked as she turned her head to face him, absorbing each line on his face.

"I had to appeal to the scientist in him but it worked," he revealed, "In three hours, Burnham and Tyler are going to beam onto the Sarcophagus while we begin making the jumps to defend ourselves and distract them."

"Can I be on the bridge for that moment?" she asked, intrigued by the idea of taking the Klingons out so deviously.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, "If you're not still getting sick by that point then you can. Let's get some rest," he said before the two fell asleep before the biggest moment of their mission would hopefully happen.