So much for soothing his head.

Oh, and for those of you wondering … you’ll meet Miriam Keeler-Cook soon enough.

“…Bad Case…”

by Joseph Manno

Cook frowned, and waved her med tricorder.

“According to this, you’re perfectly fine.”

King rolled onto his side and faced her.

“The picture of virile health, I bet.”

He slid back, and motioned for her to join him on the biobed.

Miriam smiled.

“Computer … lock the doors.”

She shook her hair from its bun, and slipped out of her smock.

“Mmm … I was hoping for a chance to demonstrate my … bedside manner with you. We can schedule weekly … no, better yet, daily … exams.”

She hopped onto the bed.

He hopped off.

“Computer, security override King One.

“Unlock the sickbay doors!”