"I'b not sick, Dogctor." Janeway blew her nose loudly and added: "Just a little run-down, that's all. You'd be too, if you had to fight the Borg and the Kazon and God knows what else."

The Doctor wasn't convinced. "Captain, how long have you been feeling ill?" She shrugged weakly.

"A few days…weeks…really, Doctor, it's nothing to be concerned about." On the contrary, he was extremely concerned. Normally the Captain could recall dates and facts with quick, crisp accuracy, a result of her rigorous Starfleet upbringing and training.

"Captain, I must say, Commander Tuvok encouraged you to come see me. If past experience is any indication, he is extremely talented at deducing when you are ill. Even –" he continued, "when you attempt to mask your symptoms."

"Well, this time he's wrong. Really, Doctor, there's no need to go to red alert."

"I beg to differ. At least allow me to examine you!" Janeway opened her mouth to protest, but he never got to hear her latest creative argument, for at that moment, she swayed on her feet and pitched forward onto the Sickbay floor. Behind her stood Tom Paris, wearing a cheeky grin and holding an empty hypospray.

"Hey, someone had to do it." The Doctor allowed himself a sigh over Janeway's stubbornness and his medic's unorthodox methods before hauling the unconscious captain onto a biobed.