a starter for @starraised because self-control? I don’t know her.
“It’s Doctor Bashir, isn’t it?”
Malcolm, quite without thought ( considering how often he’d been a visitor to Phlox’s sickbay and how ingrained the procedure was in his mind ), made himself at home by hopping up onto a biobed. He’d managed to duck the visit to sickbay the rest of his security team had been subjected to upon their... rather unorthodox arrival to the station, and he’d deftly avoided every subsequent one since. In fact, this would be the first time he’d spoken to Bashir at all.
Possibly unwise, considering they still weren’t sure if temporal displacement had had an adverse effect, but Malcolm’s inherent dislike of doctors transcended timelines, it seemed.
“I wouldn’t have bothered you, but I’ve found that I’ve been having... difficulty sleeping this past week.” The entire time he’d been on Deep Space 9, in fact. “And I’ve got this dreadful twinge every time I move my neck too quickly...”
He brought a hand up to rub at the sore spot, eyes lifting to meet the good doctor’s directly for what might’ve been the first time.
Oh.