What's wrong with me? Backdated to Mar 2nd (closed to Dr Crusher)

[derek_morgan]

Forty-eight hours passed since he suddenly changed form. First, he was freaked out by how his goatee suddenly grabbed the PADD he'd been browsing. And if that wasn't bad enough, when he went to a mirror to check what the hell was going on with his facial hair, his entire body turned into water. Derek remained in his room the entire time in an effort to understand what was happening.

Showing up on the Enterprise seemed like a dream at first. It wasn't something agreed to the way Eudio was, and there was no immediate danger. The dream had now turned into a nightmare. Nothing Derek researched gave him any answers. He didn't reach out to his roommate but headed straight to the sick bay in hope of a remedy in addition to an explanation.

He came through the automatic doors with urgency. Derek Morgan didn't easily scare or worry but neither had he suddenly lost control the way this had come upon him. There were few things that he reacted poorly to almost instantly and that was not having control. "What the hell his happening to me?!" her blurted out upon entering the room.

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[ethnobotany]

At this point, Beverly is glad that she has gotten used to having crises walk into her sickbay. She might not like it, but after Zelien a day on the Enterprise is easy. Still, when someone comes bursting in, demanding to know what's going on in a slightly panicky voice, she's quick to step up with as calming and reassuring a look and tone as she can manage.

"Take it easy," she says gently. "What are you experiencing? Are you injured?"

[derek_morgan]

"Seriously?!" he asked with a panic that sounded more like contempt. Derek wasn't well versed with Star Trek but he never heard of an episode where they came across liquid people and there was no trace of anything in the PADD he accessed. How could she be so calm?! "For two days now, I've got my hair suddenly grabbing shit or I'm turning completely into water. Not making water, or becoming a puddle, but my body's liquid."

Her calm demeanor wasn't completely taken for granted. His shoulders were no longer high and tense like the charged manner he entered sickbay in. Derek didn't want a fight. He wanted help and answers. So while his manner of speech wasn't the friendliest as the good doctor spoke to him in, he did answer her question to the best of his abilities.

[ethnobotany]

As a doctor, Beverly is always calm because she needs to be. Cases like this, where the patient is obviously distressed, require a calm and collected head. If she hadn't known that earlier, living in Zelien really drove that home. Help comes in many forms. With Beverly around, it comes calmly.

"Come on over here and let me take a look at you." She's been hearing some strange things lately and her immediate suspicion is that Q is up to his normal games. Picking up a tricorder, she moves to give him another scan, to see if his records have changed at all since his arrival.

"What else have you noticed?" she asks while she works, mostly to keep him busy, occupied but in a constructive way, so that he relaxes and doesn't, intentionally or otherwise, make things difficult for her.

[derek_morgan]

It was probably for the best that this specific doctor tended to him. Just the way she uttered to take a look at him, reminded Derek of his mother who happened to be a red and a nurse. The similarities made him try harder to stay calm. "I don't know. That's all I think's wrong. Isn't that enough?!" He heard himself and his shoulders fell. "Sorry. I've never had anything like this happen. Is this something you're familiar with?"

Derek was close to asking if he was dying. The words were cut back because he didn't feel pain or sickness. If anything, he was creeped out by what was happening. He didn't want to change. His heart rate had to be high from the stress which probably wasn't anything she wasn't used to. "I'm Derek. Derek Morgan." She might have known that from the scans. He wasn't sure how any of this worked. He hated the feeling of not knowing.

He had wanted to get a position on the ship. His behavior now and what was happening would probably do him a disservice. Getting involved would grant him access, maybe even a better understanding. He hoped for the latter more than anything at the moment. "If something's really wrong, I left some messages for my friends and family on my PADD in my room with instructions on what date and who they should be delivered to."

[ethnobotany]

It's probably a good thing that some sort of power swap hadn't happened to her in Zelien or she would not be this calm. Right now, the only association she has with powers and being messed with like this is Q, who is as much a fixture of this timeline as the bulkheads.

"Doctor Beverly Crusher," she answers, even though it's likely that he doesn't need the introduction. Most people seem to know well who she is. All the same, it keeps them both talking while she takes her scan. After another minute or so, she folds her tricorder and glances back at him.

"You're going to be fine," she tells Derek. "There's nothing abnormal on your scan aside from an elevated heart rate and other signs of obvious stress. My guess is that this is one of Q's pranks. He does that from time to time, more so in this timeline than I've ever had to deal with before." She shoots a glare at the ceiling, as though Q is lurking right there and can hear. Or everything is the ceiling's fault. Either way.

"If I'm right, you'll be back to normal in about a week. Whatever this is will be gone by then."

[derek_morgan]

His face skewed into one of complete disgust at hearing this was Q's work at hand. This was how the man--being, whatever he was--chose to prank?! Derek went from dismay to a fully angry scowl. "Looking forward to meeting him. I'd like to throw him on his ass."

Derek didn't mean to run over her introduction. He'd heard the name in the short time. She wasn't familiar Star Trek wise but there was something familiar about her. It took just a second longer before he chalked it up to Dr Crusher reminding him of his mother; soft where she needed to be and firm where she needed to be.

"Sorry for coming in here and raising hell," he uttered and turned into liquid at the confession. It almost seemed whenever he had a jump in emotions, Derek changed forms. He rolled his eyes and closed them in an effort to change back. "A week? Here's to hoping I've only got a few days left then."

[ethnobotany]

In what is probably the least expected response for someone who doesn't know her, Beverly immediately replies, "Please do." Completely seriously. If someone could throw Q on his ass, she would actually love to see it. Q deserves that and so much more, in her opinion, and she spares absolutely no feelings at all for him.

"It's all right," she assures him, her smile small but genuine and honest. When he turns to liquid, she gives him another scan just to be sure nothing lethal has changed. "Believe me, we've had worse in here. You didn't manage to blow anything up or offend my staff, so I'd say you're doing pretty well in the long run."

No, seriously. They have had so much worse than a panicky person who turns to liquid. For one thing, they've had Q.

"If you'd like to stay here until you reform, you can hang out in the back or in my office."