Charlene stood at the replicator, her nose wrinkled in concentration as she stared down at the device. She never really liked these things - she always seemed to do something wrong, and for a picky person like Charlene, such mistakes were devastating. It was late - her normal medical blues were traded out for a loose-fitting starfleet t-shirt and
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And then she backtracked to a familiar face hidden in a book, sitting all alone. "Bon soir, Charlene. Mind if I sit here?"
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"By all means, mademoiselle, feel very free to do so." She lifted the mug of hot chocolate up to her lips, sipping it casually. "How is my most favorite head nurse this lovely evening?"
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"What was so interesting about your day?"
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"Had a friend come in with a knee injury and some... interesting news. Then Tonia Barrows and I did a little decorating." An oversimplified report, yes, but those were the highlights.
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"A knee injury you say? Is he alright?" Rousseau straightened, and her smile widened. "I see. So that is why the medical bay looks so very festive."
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"Donnie's fine." And the fork became a gesturing tool, as her smile brightened. If her day had been miserable, well, then, at least some good had come of it. "Yeah, you like it?"
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