Not-Scotty arrived in the sick wing, huffing and heaving, while holding the limp Consoler Heid in his arms. �Doctor Regrinie, I need your help, Consoler Heid seems to have fallen ill while we made initial contact with Capitol DC.� He walked her over to a sick bed and laid her down. �Will you be able to help her?�
Doctor Regrinie quickly left the other patient she was working with, and came right over to Not-Scotty and the Consoler. The man who she was working with, raised his voice in protest. �Hey, what about me! My leg has been cut off!� He screamed, as blood gushed from the severed extremity.
Doctor Regrinie turned around and gave him an evil glance. �Oh, do be quite, you�re just an extra.� The man, seemingly hurt by this, grabbed a couple of metal crutches lying by his sick bed, and proceeded to hobble out of the wing, all the while letting blood dribble along the ground. �And would you please control your bleeding! Honestly, some people can be so rude.�
She removed a bicorter from her coat, and flipped it open. The little lights and buttons blinked and beeped impressively, as she ran it up and down the length of the Consolers body. �Hmm, interesting. Yes, yes, I see��
Not-Scotty looked more agitated than normal at what was going on. �What is it Doctor, what happened to her.�
Doctor Regrinie shook her head, then closed the contraption. �I�m sorry Not-Scotty, but she�s dead.�
Not-Scotty couldn�t believe his ears, the lovely Consoler he had only known for ten minutes, his life love, was gone. He slunk his head down in his arms and began to sob.
Doctor Regrinie only closed her eyes, and lowered her head. Then, placing a hand on his shoulder, balled it up into a fist and slugged him in the right shoulder. �Ouch!�
�You wuss.� She cackled in a high tone. At this point, Consoler Heid rose from the sick bed and began laughing along with the doctor. Both were hugging their sides, while tears streamed down their faces.
�I can�t believe he bought it. I swear, it was all I could do to keep from laughing the whole time.� Consoler Heid said, in between heaves of laughter.
Doctor Regrinie continued to laugh, then pulled out the bicorter again. �Oh god, she just dies again!� At this, Consoler Heid grabbed her throat with both hands, while sticking out her tongue, then fell back onto the bed. She continued this wile the doctor went back and forth between proclaiming her dead, and the Consoler coming back to life. �She�s alive! Oh no, she�s dead. Alive! Dead. Alive�..�
Not-Scotty could only look upon the scene with a mixture of wonder and anger. He was just about to help the Consoler and doctor finally maintain one of the proclamations of death, when a little beeping sound came from his giant bronze belt buckle. It had a picture of a mongoose with its teeth bared, and when he tapped it, he answered back. �Yes, what do you want?�
Captain Kenny answered, �Not-Scotty, get back to your station, who do you think is running this ship? And consoler, I hope your feeling better, but we need to get down to Capitol DC to aid in the discussions. Meet me at the transporters.�
Consoler Heid and Doctor Regrinie gave each other a high five, then the Consoler followed the enraged Not-Scotty out of the sick wing.
�Now where did that bloody extra get off to?� Regrinie asked herself.