Enterprise2001

[T'Pol and Cutler have gone to wake Phlox from hibernation]

Crewman Elizabeth Cutler:
[whispering] I'm not so sure this is a good idea.

Sub-Commander T'Pol:
There's no need to whisper. He's in a state of deep hibernation.

Crewman Elizabeth Cutler:
Yeah, that's what I'm worried about.

[Culter gives Phlox a hypospray, but there is no response]

Sub-Commander T'Pol:
Did you use the correct dosage?

Dr. Phlox:
[wakes up, shouting] Do'sani! Do'sani, yo-to aruda! [collapses again]

Crewman Elizabeth Cutler:
Phlox?

Dr. Phlox:
[groans] I don't care what it tastes like.

Sub-Commander T'Pol:
Wake up, Doctor.

Dr. Phlox:
Sub-Commander. Has it been forty-eight hours?

Sub-Commander T'Pol:
No.

Dr. Phlox:
Then why did you wake me?

Sub-Commander T'Pol:
There's a medical emergency.

Dr. Phlox:
Emergency? Then call the doctor.

Sub-Commander T'Pol:
*You're* the doctor.

Dr. Phlox:
Of course. Who's sick?

Sub-Commander T'Pol:
Ensign Mayweather.

Dr. Phlox:
Who?

Sub-Commander T'Pol:
Ensign Mayweather, our helmsman.

Dr. Phlox:
I know who he is! [looks under his sheets] Where is he?

Sub-Commander T'Pol:
He's in Sickbay.

Dr. Phlox:
We're not in Sickbay?

Sub-Commander T'Pol:
We're in your quarters.

Dr. Phlox:
Well, then... to Sickbay! [gets out of bed and falls on the floor] I could use some assistance, please.