Old Remedies

[Cmdr Ridire 0]

Aidan leans against the wall of the turbolift and groans to himself as the lift takes him to the deck his quarters on. He didn’t quite know what was worse, the radiation of that thrice damned garbage scow of a freighter or the decontamination process he and the rest of the away team had to undergo. He couldn’t blame Deb for leaving Sickbay without him if she felt as off and nauseous as he does.

 

The turbolift arrives at its destination and he makes his way to his quarters. Stepping through the doors he finds the lights on low. He was right, Deb had returned to their quarters. He steps over to the replicator and orders a drink he hasn’t had in quite a while, something called “7-Up” which his mother had a penchant for using when one of the family was nauseous. He is pretty sure its some centuries old cure for such maladies.

 

Taking the drink from the replicator he steps towards the bedroom door and through it when it swishes open. He glances towards the bathroom door when he hears the shower running. “So much for a shower right away” he muses to himself. He steps over to the bed and sits down on the edge. He takes a healthy swig from his drink before placing the glass on the end table near him. Removing his shoes, he stretches out on the bed and closes his eyes.