Codes: R/S.
Summary: In which Hoshi gets a headache.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Un-betaed.
Author's Note: This was brought on by yet another story of the trainwreck that is the US healthcare system.
Part I: The Headache
Hoshi Sato woke with a headache the size of Starfleet Headquarters, as in huge and sprawling. Even in the dimness of simulated pre-dawn, her eyes felt like they were being attacked by sashimi knives, ever so delicately stabbing their way inward and flipping pieces all about.
"Fuck!" Hoshi knew more vulgarities than any person on the ship, but in this situation, the good old standby erupted from her agony enveloped mind.
Apparently, her voice traveled quite loudly beyond her quarters. As far as she knew there were no baby koalas being skinned alive in her quarters, so that surely must be the doorbell.
Come the fuck in, she wanted to say, anything to stop the sound of high pitched marsupial suffering. Unfortunately the state of her mind only allowed the sound "uuuuugghhhhhhh" to emerge from her lips.
The door did not open, as it should not, for it was only programed to open for the voice command "come in" or "come". Otherwise it was to remain as it was last night when she locked it before heading for bed. Fortunately, the person behind the door appears to have no trouble by passing the lock. A set of concerned blue eyes were the last thing Hoshi saw as she fainted into oblivion.
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More to come later...complete version posted on LD.