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::nears fourth day of medical leave, the vast majority of said leave having been spent in considerable discomfort, reclined horizontally in bed::

::has used self-judgment to determine that at present, risk to sanity is far greater than risk to health::

::paces tight circle in somewhat cramped crew quarters aboard the NX-Enterprise, glancing ( Read more... )

To: Paris, Lieutenant Commander Thomas Eugene
From: Seven of Nine

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Commander,

I anticipate joining you in Enterprise's mess hall for brunch tomorrow, circa 1100 hours.

Please be prompt.