"Minya," I said, talking past the sudden lump in my throat. "Is there something I can do to you?"
She narrowed her eyes seductively, and my heart skipped. "Whatever you wish, Doctorakira."
"FOR you, I mean." I shook my head to try and clear it.
Her expression didn't change. "Of course, if that is what you wish..."
I took an iron hold of myself. "Minya, we seem to be having trouble communicating. What I meant was, is there anything you require of me in particular, in my function as a Doctor."
As if I'd flipped a switch, Minya straightened and reverted to a professional attitude - by the standards of my profession, not hers. "Yes, Doctorakira. I know you are having trouble dealing with the czinzeng, the virus. I hoped to be of further assistance."
My eyes couldn't help but wander over her body. She was molded as the ideal sexualize human female, narrow at the waist, round at the hips, and unbelievably large-proportioned at the bust. Shortly after our arrival in the Beta Quadrant, I had given her a complete physical exam, and found that her breasts were, in human terms, at least a J-cup (if there were such a thing). I doubted I could complete such an exam if I had to do it again.
Her skin changed color with the environment, not as a chameleon would to blend in, but specifically to stand out and highlight her erogenous features. Against the pale yellow of my office, she had shifted to a violet tone, with piercingly bright orange eyes that seemed more catlike than human, and her hair had taken on a golden, lusterous red shade. Her uniform, the standard gray given to civilian personnel, was altered to fit her unusual figure and it fit like a second skin. I wished the replicators had been a little less well-programmed. Another part of me wished that she could have somehow been given a different color, as the gray was far too bland and dull for such an exciting-looking woman.
As much as she excited me, I had to keep my composure. "For the time being, Minya, we seem to have done all we can."
"Yet you are still affected. I can sense it, Doctorakira."
"We are all affected," I acknowledged.
"I can help."
We had been over this before. "Minya, I appreciate that you want to help, but offering your body to the crew is not helping the situation. It is making matters worse."
"I do not wish to be a burden," Minya said quietly. "The people of this ship have saved my life. I want to repay you, not further your suffering."
"Doctor! Come quickly!"
It was Leena. I leaped from my chair and dashed into the sickbay.
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