Monday, April 26, 2010

Picard's Cold

I've got a code.

At least that is what it would sound like if anyone asked me that inane question about why my nose and eyes are all runny and have a nasty cough.

I know what you're thinking, though. Yes, we in the 24th century cured the common cold a long time ago, but this version is hardly common. As we go out further into the stars, we pick up illnesses that we were never meant to have, and that the body, or SickBay haven't adapted to, yet.

"You're the first persion on the Enterprise to catch Byzallion Flu, Jean-Luc." Bev tells me as I lie on the SickBay medibed, "In fact, there have only been eight cases in all that the Federation has noted. Fortunately, it plays out just like the colds of the 20th and 21st century did. After a few days, you'll be right as rain."

"I feel dweadful." I complain with my odd voice and blocked nose.

"Don't you worry about that, Jean-Luc." Bev consoles me, "Will Riker is doing a sterling job. He's met all the ambassadors of the delegation, and they've all said how well he's done it all."

"THAT'S supposed to make me feel better?" I groan, as Bev gives me another aspirin and a lemon drink.

"There, there." Bev says, as she kisses my forehead, "It's good to have you as my patient."

Deanna walks in.

"How is the Captain, Beverly?" she asks, "If I know him, he'll be as grumpy as ever while you treat him. Some are never satisfied."

"Counselor." I say, "Please do not talk about me as if I am not here."

"Sorry, Captain." Deanna replies, then whispers to Bev, "I guessed I'd be right." The two then proceed to giggle, then go away to discuss the latest fashions and celebrity news while I flounder on the medibed. I press the buzzer, and Bev returns.

"Talk about those things later on." I point out, "It's time for my anti-Byzallion shot."

"Do you want it right now, Jean-Luc?" Bev asks, "With Deanna present? You know where I've got to administer that shot?"

I redden, then reconsider,

"Counselor" I tell her, "I think it might be a good idea if you return to the Bridge. Beverly has some important medical work to do."

Deanna tries not to laugh, and supresses her giggle until she leaves the SickBay, then she laughs out loud.

"Now before you administer the shot, Bev." I say, "I think it might be a good idea if you got the computer to lock all doors to prevent anyone walking in."

Bev smiles.

"All right, the doors are locked." she says. "Time for your shot."



Editor's Note:

The next post will be delayed until Friday 30th April, as that will be the date of my 5th Blogaversary. I'll time it to appear just after midnight Thursday night British Time.


Fly Girl said...

I know how he feels, I have a code too! Congrats on your 5th anniversary!

Linda said...

And that gives you just enough time to recover from that nasty code!

Amanda said...

Codes are the worst!!!

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