100 Chances Fic
current location: home
current mood: nerdy
current song: Into the Universe With Steven Hawking
Posting this one tonight as a feel better fic for Sheri, who cannot catch a break. Kudos to anyone who knows the commercial name of the medicine mentioned here.
Theme: 64. Green
Summary: Low Gravity + Julian = Not Good
The latest problems with integrated Cardassian and Starfleet systems had resulted in a massive gravity failure on the promenade, in the system core, and in ops. Of course, the station continued to rotate, meaning the gravity was only reduced, not negligible, rather like walking on the moon as one of Earth’s Apollo astronauts as opposed to walking on the moon itself. But it was enough to cause a long line of patients in the infirmary requesting anti-nausea meds for low gravity related illnesses, despite Ben’s orders to close the promenade for the duration of the failure. Sometimes you just couldn’t win when these things happened in the middle of the day.
About half an hour after the generators went offline, Ben made his way to the infirmary to give Dr. Bashir the estimates that O’Brien had given to have everything running again. He waited patiently for the doctor to finish injecting the last few nausea ridden humanoids in line and for security to escort them to the habitat ring. He surprised to see the doctor settle himself on a biobed after replicating a couple brightly colored pills, which he chewed up, and then chased with a glass of water.
“Doctor? Are you all right?”
Bashir’s eyes snapped open, and Ben felt momentarily guilty, realizing that he had been lurking and the doctor had been too involved in caring for his patients to notice anything but an emergency.
Ben frowned at this, for the first thing noticing the distinctly greenish tinge to Bashir’s face. “But then why not –
“Give myself one of the standard anti-nausea meds?”
At Ben’s nod, he sighed.
“I’m allergic to most modern anti-emetics, and the ones I’m not tend to knock humans unconscious for several hours.”
“So what were those…” he made an odd flick with his hand, which Julian took to mean the pills he had eaten.
“A 20th century medicine, used dimenhydrinate. It was commonly used to combat motion sickness.”
“Doctor, didn’t you have to pass low-grav training at the academy?”
“If by ‘pass’ you mean ‘managed to keep myself from vomiting until the professor was out of sight, smell, and hearing range’, certainly.”
Ben shook his head and sighed. “Ginger.”
A frown creased Julian’s forehead. “What?”
Ben chuckled at the doctor’s confusion. “A couple times on the Saratoga, we had gravity failures, and they made Jake really nauseous. So we fed him chicken soup and ginger ale. Worked like a charm.”
Julian looked extremely doubtful of this treatment. Seeing this, Ben decided to tease him.
“Well…how’s that dimen…something working out?”
The younger man was still looking green, and seemed to have decided that minimal movement was the best way to avoid further illness.
“Fine, I’ll try it.”
Those words made Ben feel ridiculously pleased, no matter how grudgingly they were said. He wasn’t sure why…maybe because he had needed the doctors medical assistance so many times, and this was a chance to repay him, maybe some reason he wasn’t destined to yet know. But it made him happy, and determined to obtain the doctors approval of his judgement.
“I’ll be back in 5 minutes.”