By 0700 hours the next morning, the Doctor had his hands- and sickbay- full. About a dozen officers and crewman had staggered in, nauseous and dizzy. In addition to the main biobeds, temporary ones had been erected wherever space was available, and it was on these that the unfortunate souls collapsed, groaning. Tom Paris had been on duty all night, trying to make the patients more comfortable and holding back hair while they heaved. He himself did not know what all the fuss was about; he felt pleasantly tingly and happy, if not a little lightheaded.

The Doctor was hunched over a monitor when he cried out, "Aha! I've got it! He turned to Paris. "They'll definitely be reading about me in Starfleet medical textbooks once I share this discovery, Mr. Paris," the Doctor said presumptuously.

Paris, however, had just caught an all-too-familiar look on Ensign Wildman's face, and managed to force a metal bucket beneath her chin just in time. "And what's that, Doc?" he asked uninterestedly, trying his best to pretend he was doing something other than holding a bucket of vomit.

The hologram turned the screen towards the lieutenant, where a diagram of some chemical particle was displayed in glowing, neon green. The Doctor showcased the screen like he was presenting a doctoral thesis. "This," he began, a smug smile on his face, "is the cause of all of- this," he gestured to the sickbay full of miserable crew. "You see, this particle is a complex polywater molecule carbonizes upon reaching the brain, achieving…" Paris' eyes began to glaze over. He was feeling looser, more relaxed and more agile with each moment that passed. What was he doing here in sickbay? He suddenly realized how much fun one could really have a starship.

Right on cue, his commbadge rang. "Kim to Paris!"

Ensign Wildman seemed to be done for the moment, so Paris set the bucket down. The Doctor stopped, angry that the lieutenant was not enthralled in his presentation. "Go ahead, Harry," Paris answered the call.

"Man, you have to come to holodeck 2 and see what Ayala's got set up!" Paris could hear whooping and cheering in the background noise. "Just get down here!" Harry ended the call.

As though following an order, Paris turned on his heel towards the door.

"Lieutenant, you are urgently needed right now! You can't leave! If Captain Janeway were to find-

"Computer, deactivate Emergency Medical Hologram!" Paris shouted. "What are you do-" The Doctor cried, his face full of horror, just before he disappeared. "And don't let him reactivate himself again, either," Paris added. The computer complied with a beep. He smiled to himself as he left sickbay; problem solved.

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