By Coral
Disclaimer: Disclaimers as usual.
Picard opened his eyes, squinting against the lights of sickbay. His head
pounded, he felt sore. The last thing he remembered before this was a diplomatic
mission gone wrong.
"Jean-Luc?"
He turned his head to see Beverly looking down at him, a worried look creasing
her face. "What happened?"
"The Breteedians attacked the hall where you were holding the talks. You
were injured badly; you've been in a coma for two weeks." She smiled
softly. "You gave me... *us* quite a fright."
He looked down at her hand, gripping his. "Standard prescription?"
"A good doctor *always* holds her patients' hands."
END