I try to take a shot so pity me or just pretend
It's getting boring just ignore me till we're dead
I feel so wrong now
Have for so long now
I try to brush it off but silly me I'm at it again
-WSTR "Silly Me"
Billy left sick bay once again feeling as if his concerns had simply been dismissed. He knew something was wrong. He didn't feel right. He knew something was wrong.
Once again the ship's holographic doctor had barely giving him the time of day. Okay, granted he was in sickbay yesterday complaining about an upset stomach. He was still convinced that whatever Neelix had been serving in the mess hall last night had given him food poisoning. Food poisoning that he had survived no thanks to the doctor.
Now he had a piercing headache and the doctor had simply giving him some pain medicine and sent him on his way. What if he had a brain bleed or something? Granted he hadn't hit his head recently or anything but it was still a possibility.
If his roommate found him dead in his bed in the morning, maybe then the doctor would regret dismissing his complaints. Of course the doctor was just light particles. He probably wouldn't even care that there was one less person on board.
Billy was sure his complaints would be taken more seriously if they actually had a living breathing doctor onboard. Even a Vulcan doctor wouldn't be as cold as the hologram.
Alas, all he could do was go back to his quarters, lie down and hope he actually woke up in the morning.