Mr. Quarton

Ensign Wolfgang Quarton sat down.  What was wrong?  His head hurt!  "MEDIC!"

Wayne rounded the corner to find a new ensign slumped down on the floor holding his head.

"Ensign, is there a problem?"

"Yes sir, I am in extreme distress; obviously I am going to need a full medical workup and evaluation.  You will have to relieve me of my duties."

"Excuse me?"

"Yes sir, that is what you must do; now if you will help me to sickbay I am sure the doctors will be able to do more than you are able to at this time."

"Let me guess; Ensign Wolfgang Quarton."

"Yes sir, now if you will lead me to sickbay I will allow you to return to your duties."

"My duties.  Ensign..."  *grabs Quarton by the arm and pulls him up*  "My duties are to see that you return to your assigned post.  Since you are new to the ship and we haven't fully been introduced, you do know who I am?"

"You are a... commander... oh, you must be Commander Wayne."

"Yes, and I've read your Academy record.  Impressive number of majors that you dabbled in.  Have you been assigned quarters yet?"

"Yes sir.  I've been placed with an Ensign Ringo."

"Ringo; well the two of you should do well together."

"I don't know about that sir; my last twenty-seven roommates all seemed to develop problems in their attitudes."

"Trust me, you'll do fine together.  Now, about sickbay.  You don't appear to be in any physical or mental distress.  You can stop by and see Doctor Brisk, AFTER your shift.  For now take two Naproxin (Aleve) and return to your station."

"But I may die!"

"We all may die at some point Ensign; now to your station!"