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The door opens, and a shorter, dark-haired man in a clean blue scrub top and black jumper wanders in. He's studying his datapadd, as usual, so he doesn't notice the change of local imediately.

He's also whistling.

'Georgia on my Mind', if you were curious.

Yes, it's on key.

Someone should stop the doctor before he wanders into the Bar.

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He can wander into the geek instead. The geek is looking for him anyway.

"Dr. McCoy! Oh, man am I ever glad I found you!"

He stops, blinks, and smiles.

Much better than a staff meeting.

"Ray, good to see you again. Join me for a drink?"

"Wish I could, doc, wish I could," Ray says hurriedly. "Naraht's sick. Bad. Did you know silicon-based lifeforms could come down with actual diseases? I didn't."

It's the curse of every doctor - go anywhere, and your services will be demanded.

He's been a doctor for quite a while.

He's almost resigned to it.

"Naraht? I suppose he's not a human anymore then." Or female, for that matter.

"No, he's a rock," Ray confirms. "And his body temperature's plummeting like a brick. he came to my world and helped us out and ate something that had a bad microbe in it or something and it's like watching what happens when you chuck a piece of yellow-hot metal into a big puddle of mud..."

"Ray?" He looks infinitely patient, and the voice matches. For once.

"... the speech queue went into hyperdrive again, didn't it," Ray says. "I'm sorry. I'm on my way down to where he is now. He's in isolation in one of the cells. I'm sorry. It's just that the- um- yeah."

"Deep breath, Ray. I'll go with you, if you don't mind." He doesn't say he hasn't the faintest idea what he can do for a sick rock, even if it is technically a sentient sick rock. Doctors aren't supposed to show when they haven't got a clue.

Ray nods, and leads the way.

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