"Really, doctor," Garak sighed as he tended to Bashir's bleeding temple. "If you'd stop moving about, this would be a great deal easier."
"Stop pressing so hard," Julian ordered bitterly.
"My. Aren't we cheery?" The words dripped with sarcasm.
"Are you sure the dermal regenerator is destroyed?"
"Beyond repair, I'm afraid. Along with the rest of the medkit."
Julian groaned with frustration.
"You're a far better doctor than you are a patient. Your nurses agree, by the way."
"Since when do you chat with my nurses?"
"Since we discovered we had a problem in common."
(A/N: A sequel to "Red".)