Meila was staring at the ceiling. What a way to spend her much-deserved vacation… in Sickbay. She looked over at her friends who stood by her side, even after she had dismissed them. They claimed she spoke with a lisp and required a translator.

“Dr. Tris, while your nose is still broken, if you wear this bracket, it will heal up nicely,” the attending nurse said. It was a hardened “H” frame that covered the nose to protect it from external sources.

“Hoo wood noo eye kneedead thus,” Meila said.

“Quick, get a priest!” Exclaimed Lacroix.

“It should also help with your speech,” the Nurse said, darting an eye over to Lacroix.

Meila nodded with her two big black eyes and bruised sinuses. She was a hot mess. “Oh, one last thing, Doctor, no drinking.”

Meila paused in her step. No drinking? They know it was the last couple of days of shore leave, right? What was she going to do? Dia and Sylvain looked at each other, fighting their instincts to hold the woman back. It is not to say she had a problem, but she did enjoy her downtime.