[OOC: Wow, is this one belated! But Christmassy it is. Better late than never, I gues...]
It had to be some kind of record, thought Shelley grumpily, sitting on a bed in the infirmary while the large blue doctor bustled cheerfully around. Three illnesses in the space of two weeks was pushing it.
"Has anyone else had this?" she asks dolefully, and sneezes.
"Bless you," replied Doctor McCoy, extending a box of tissues. "And no, Shelley, afraid not. So far as we know, anyway. You just seem to be picking up everything going recently, don't you?"
She takes a tissue sadly. "I know. Merry Christmas indeed..."
"Now, don't be like that. We'll sort you out somehow."
"Suppose."
She sits morosely, watching the blue doctor watch her as he takes her temperature with surprising gentleness for someone who looks so powerful.
"Hrmm," he pondered, looking at the result. "Well, it does not seem too serious this time. Possibly I know the very thing... come with me."
Sniffling and trailing the blanket around her shoulder, Shelley follows him out into the bar proper, sitting obediently down in a warm armchair.
She is presented with a large mug of steaming Christmassy hot chocolate and a twinkle.
"Far better than spending all the holiday in the infirmary," he smiled. "Drink up, Shelley. You should be fine in a day or two."
Finally, and almost reluctantly, she smiled back. "Thanks, Doctor."
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Date: 2006-01-09 01:15 pm (UTC)It had to be some kind of record, thought Shelley grumpily, sitting on a bed in the infirmary while the large blue doctor bustled cheerfully around. Three illnesses in the space of two weeks was pushing it.
"Has anyone else had this?" she asks dolefully, and sneezes.
"Bless you," replied Doctor McCoy, extending a box of tissues. "And no, Shelley, afraid not. So far as we know, anyway. You just seem to be picking up everything going recently, don't you?"
She takes a tissue sadly. "I know. Merry Christmas indeed..."
"Now, don't be like that. We'll sort you out somehow."
"Suppose."
She sits morosely, watching the blue doctor watch her as he takes her temperature with surprising gentleness for someone who looks so powerful.
"Hrmm," he pondered, looking at the result. "Well, it does not seem too serious this time. Possibly I know the very thing... come with me."
Sniffling and trailing the blanket around her shoulder, Shelley follows him out into the bar proper, sitting obediently down in a warm armchair.
She is presented with a large mug of steaming Christmassy hot chocolate and a twinkle.
"Far better than spending all the holiday in the infirmary," he smiled. "Drink up, Shelley. You should be fine in a day or two."
Finally, and almost reluctantly, she smiled back. "Thanks, Doctor."
"Call me Hank."
"Okay, Hank."