Early February... in the gym... where else...

[mal_reed]

::has been in the gym for an hour.. still has plenty of time before kids finish school for the day so plans to get in another good hour hopefully here

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[dr_phlox_ime]

::quietly studying most recent scans on Forrest, who remains comatose::

::comm call comes in::

{Reed to sickbay, medical emergency in the gym...... ow.....}

::activates comm::

On our way Commander.

::looks up to see _nightnurse_ already grabbing med kit and approaching office door::

::jumps up and grabs it with a thanks as medic follows out of sickbay::

.....

::enters the gym to see Reed sitting against the wall, blood saturating pants leg::

::hurries across gym and kneels by patient::

Having a bit of a workout Mr. Reed?

[mal_reed]

You could say that... one lapse of concentration and.. well..

::points down at leg, still hasn't pulled sais out, isn't sure about how much it'll hurt if does::

That's when stupid things happen. I'd really appreciate painkillers before you yank it out of me.

[dr_phlox_ime]

::is looking at his leg, using handheld scanner to assess how deep it is embedded::

::bristles at his terminology, briefly picturing imagined idea behind the EX version of Phlox he described when Reed returned to the ship::

I don't YANK Commander, And it may be best to get you into sickbay before I remove the object.

::picks up a hypo from the med kit::

Is it ok to administer the painkiller now?

[mal_reed]

::sarcasm almost dripping out:: Oh sure, yeah whenever Phlox, it's not like this is truly painful in anyway.. I could go much longer without but if you insist...

::leans forward a little to give Phlox easier access but pulls back before he can give the hypo::

And yes you DO 'yank'! That time you pulled the chest tube out of me.. and when you took the romulan mine peice out my leg...

[mal_reed]

::slowly comes back up again... not sure what was dreaming but thinks it has something to do with a giant bone cutter.. circular saw and.. Phlox... regardless, is glad to be waking up...::

::moans a little as opens eyes, sickbay lights always so bloody bright::

::turns head, blinking::

Give me a minute, I'll remember....

::remembers, narrows eyes more::

Ah yes.. crap.

[jonathan_archer]

::heard Mal moan from over near Forrest's curtain... crossed over fairly quickly but not with an urgency::

::smiles a little, approaching the biobed::

Now I know you're home...

::touches Mal's hand, leans against the bed::

Still have your leg. Again.

[mal_reed]

::moans:: urgh... Phlox's good stuff has the annoying side-affect of making your brain feel like fuzz...

::leans up on elbows, looking down at leg and how it's bandaged up::

That leg is going to be the death of me.

[jonathan_archer]

::chuckles a little::

Stop poking things through it then. ::shakes head, glancing around for something to sit on:: Between you and Henry, I think maybe I'd better have a designated chair in here...

[dr_phlox_ime]

::looks questioningly at Mal::

Did I say this was up for discussion?

::picks up PADD hitting keys::

One week, light workouts, following this therapy instruction for your leg. No weight bearing on your leg for 24 hours.

::hands it to Mal::

[mal_reed]

::takes PADD, looking between Jon and Phlox::

::shakes head is pretty convinced can try but won't win::

Fine. One week. But if I'm feeling fine before the week is through we will discuss this.

[jonathan_archer]

::holds out arm for Mal to hang on to, extending other one around his shoulders::

I'm sure we will...

Are you ready?

[dr_phlox_ime]

You two can discuss anything you want.

My orders stand, and don't think I won't have my own secret security force reporting your every action to me.

::hands Jon a small container::

They like telling "mama" things.

[mal_reed]

No, I'm fine, I'm good... I've done this before one-legged I can do it again...

::hobbles forward, each step as short as possible onto the left leg::

The numbing agent is still working I'm just trying to obey Doctor's orders... no weight on left leg so... practically hopping home..

::laughs a little::

One week's fine...

[jonathan_archer]

::raises eyebrows, a tiny bit suspicious::

Well, I've got you, so...

::two-steps toward the door with him::

... you're being rather compliant... not that I'm complaining...

[mal_reed]

No, no.. Phlox is right.. as usual...

::makes it out of the door::

::waits until door is closed::

Oh for heaven's sake. 4 days. I swear, any longer and I'll go insane. I'd say anything to avoid his threats right now though..

::hobbles along::

[jonathan_archer]

::chuckles, shaking head::

You must take me for an easy mark... you need to take the full week.

::sets pace to match Mal's, keeping things balanced as heads down the corridor::