Prompt: Josh - "You should be nice to me, I could be dead you know." - 'The West Wing'
"You look like hell."
Dalby cringed as the words left his mouth. It wasn't exactly the most sensitive way to put things, and if anyone had a reason to look a bit worse for wear this morning it was Gerron. The glare the young Bajoran sent his way wasn't unexpected.
"Did the doctor actually release you from sickbay or did you make a jail break?" Chell asked.
"According to the doctor, my vital signs are all within normal limits and therefore I can return to my duties," Gerron replied, his voice containing a sarcastic edge to it.
"I'd ask for a second opinion."
Gerron snorted. "Yeah, from who?"
"I think just about any organic being would take one look at you and tell you to get some rest," Henley replied. "Personally though, I think you need to make Tuvok's 10K run a daily ritual and lose some weight. As slight as you look, you're not exactly light."
"Henley, be nice. He could be dead you know," Dalby commented, hoping to get his two fellow Maquis to back off the youngest member of their small group.
"I feel like I'm dead," Gerron muttered.
"If you're going to try getting that excuse by Tuvok, please let me know. I want to watch," Chell commented.
"I don't even have the energy to try. I figure passing out during the training session will be about the most convincing thing I could do," Gerron replied, looking down at the food on his plate. Neelix had claimed it was an omlet but the Bajoran had his doubts. He poked the rubbery concoction with his fork. "Of course breakfast might actually finish the job the plasma couldn't carry out."
"It actually isn't too bad despite the fact I've never had chewy eggs before," Henley replied.
Gerron pushed the plate toward the middle of the table, suddenly not hungry any longer. "Maybe losing some weight isn't a bad idea."