Relief flooded me. I left sickbay and headed for my quarters. I had a real bottle of Romulan ale that I smuggled aboard back at DS9. I uncorked it and drank several large swallows. Then I poured a glass and could already feel the buzz. Chakotay's brush with death was too close for comfort. It was time.
Two hours later Chakotay was released from sickbay; he immediately called Tom. There was no answer.
"Computer, location of Tom Paris."
"Lieutenant Paris is in his quarters."
When he arrived Harry Kim was just leaving sporting a well fucked by Tom Paris look.