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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: I Have a Headache</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-30-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80730.2233<br> | |||
SD: 5.1900<br> | |||
Scene: 10-Forward<br> | |||
“Thanks Bat, it was wonderful.” Krysa told the Bartender, then added, “As | |||
usual.” | |||
Bat grinned happily, “Always a pleasure, my dear.” | |||
“Unfortunately it didn’t help. I still have a headache.” | |||
Bat laughed. “You are the only woman I know who tries to cure a headache | |||
with food.” | |||
Krysa grinned, “Don’t laugh, it usually works.” She sighed, “Ah well, I’m | |||
sure it’s just from where that creep grabbed my neck. I’m going to go to | |||
sickbay and get something for it.” | |||
“Probably a good idea.” | |||
Krysa waved as she headed out of 10-Forward. She rubbed her temple where | |||
the pounding only seemed to be getting worse. This was the second one in so | |||
many days. Luckily the first had gone away after that delicious piece of | |||
hot apple pie. This one would even budge after a large dish of Bat’s | |||
special Irish stew. | |||
Krysa walked into Sickbay and was met by Dr. Glin’kharr. “What are you | |||
still doing on duty, Doctor.” | |||
“A doctor’s work is never done, Lt. What can I do for you?” | |||
“I have this horrible headache that I can’t seem to get rid of.” She | |||
explained. | |||
“What have you taken for it?” | |||
“Well, actually only Bat’s stew,” she grinned. | |||
Raising an eyebrow at her, Glin’kharr decided not to ask. He pulled out a | |||
hypospray. Checking it carefully first, Glin’kharr put it to Krysa | |||
shoulder. “This should take care of it in a blink.” | |||
“I hope so.” | |||
“Are you prone to headaches?” | |||
Krysa nodded, “Though not so much as I used to be. I’m sure you’ve read in | |||
my records about my head injury when I was 16. I got horrible headaches for | |||
several years following. Still get them every so often.” | |||
“How do you usually take care of them?” | |||
Krysa grinned, “Usually they’ll go away if I eat something.” | |||
“Interesting.” | |||
“Though I did get grabbed by the neck today during the intruder alert.” She | |||
pushed her dark hair back from her neck so Glin’kharr could see the bright | |||
plum bruise that had formed on the back left side of her neck. | |||
“I see. You should have gotten that taken care of earlier.” | |||
“I didn’t have time.” | |||
The doctor growled, “I’m sure. But you still need to have things like this | |||
taken care of. One of these days it might be serious.” | |||
“Yes, sir.” said Krysa with a smile. She quickly took it off her face when | |||
Glin’kharr didn’t smile back. | |||
“Tip your head this way, please.” Krysa did exactly as he asked while he | |||
tended to her bruised neck. | |||
When he finished, he asked, “How’s your headache?” | |||
“Completely gone. Even faster the a hot fudge sundae,” she chuckled. | |||
“Of that I have no doubt,” said Glin’kharr. | |||
Krysa thanked the doctor and left for her quarters to get a short nap | |||
before they arrived at the base. | |||
****<br> | |||
MD: 6.0030<br> | |||
Krysa’s alarm went off and she quickly got up and dressed so she’d be on | |||
the bridge as they approached the base. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Well, I wrote us to the base, so we are safe from that solor class | |||
ship that backed into something... at least for a while :) | |||
Kristen | |||