EMH, Celes Tal; Rated G; drabble
"Your equipment is wrong!"
The EMH waited while she went through another round of sneezes. Six that time. "I assure you, Crewman, that my equipment is in fine working order."
Crewman Celes Tal shook her head. "I've got a cold. A plain and simple cold." She made snuffling noises. "See? I've even got the sniffles." She looked at him imploringly. "Can't you give me a hypo or something?"
The EMH heaved a deep sigh. "You are pregnant, and the only cure is labor. But not for another three and a half months."
Tal opened her mouth to speak... and sneezed.
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