"Thanks, doc," he smiles. He still can't get over where he is. Mr. Worf, their Klingon chief of security. Beverly Crusher. Hell, if he runs into Counselor Troi or Captain Picard next, he might have a heart attack from all the excitement. And then he'd end up right back in this bed.

"Swings and roundabouts," he mutters aloud to himself. "How's it lookin', doc? Am I gonna make it?"