“I didn’t say I had a powerboard accident.”
“That’s good, you don’t have the lobes to sell that.” She picked up a hypo when Sri’s hand shot out and gripped her wrist tightly. Dr. Fenna’s slow distainful stare went from Sri’s hand on her wrist to the Betazoid’s anxious expression. “And just what do you think you are you doing, Lieutenant Commander?” Her tone was acidic.
“What is that?” Sri asked with an accusatory nod to the hypo.
Fenna twisted her wrist slightly. “The blood vessels in your eyes are grossly inflamed. A vasaldialator will reduce the inflammation.” She sarcastically added, “if that is in agreement with your medical opinion.”