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Disclaimer time once again!   Ninety-seventh verse same as 
the first . . everybody *sing*:

I don't own these characters, (chorus) Paramount does!
I don't own this venue, (chorus) Paramount does!
I am making no money off of this, (chorus) Paramount does 
not either!

This story involves love and sex and affection between two 
men, aka: slash.  If that is *not* your cup of tea, sweet as it 
is, then don't read it!  (simple, ain't it??) Feedback is *very* 
much appreciated, and always answered.  Flames will be 
passed around to friends and chuckled over.  :)

Forty-fourth story in the Stage Direction series.  Sequel to 
'Ssst', 'Growl', 'Chuckle', 'Sob', 'Grin', 'Sigh', 'Smile', 'Yawn', 
'Whisper', 'Groan', 'Hover', 'Waffle', 'Comfort', 'Fidget', 
'Grimace', 'Sizzle', 'Glare', 'Shrug', 'Doze', 'Snort', 'Whack', 
'Stretch', 'Snicker', 'Pace', 'Hug', 'Clink', 'Wonder', 'Kiss', 
'Doubt', 'Surprise', 'Cuddle', 'Ahem', 'Confer', 'Recover', 
'Rant', 'Soothe', 'Hold', 'Whistle', 'Feel', 'Squeak', 'Move', 
'Splash', and 'Shiver'.

'Advise' by Amirin <groh@iquest.net>


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"Absolutely not."

<glare>  "Doctor, he's *freezing*."

<soothingly>  "Neelix, I understand your wanting to warm 
him up, but another bath won't help. More than likely, that's 
what's responsible for his current condition."

<swallow>  "What did I do?"

<sigh>  "It's not your fault. His body is still having trouble 
processing incoming neurological information.  That's all."

<slight snap>  "And what does that mean?" 

<deep breath>  "It means that the hot bath earlier confused 
him, physiologically speaking.  His metabolic levels have 
decreased to the point that his body has stopped producing 
heat. Another hot bath will only serve to make things worse. 
You'd be treating the symptom, not the ailment.  What you 
need to do, is jump start his metabolic rate, get his body to
begin acting like the furnace it should be.  Once it starts up 
again, he will gradually, *naturally* get warmer."

<frown> "How do I do that?  Get him 'jump started'?"

<professionally brisk>  "Physical exercise.  Get him up and 
moving, Neelix.  Take him for a walk, make him clean your 
quarters . . . something to get his blood and body going, 
again."

<thoughtful grin>  "Maybe . . . a flight simulation?  On the 
holodeck?"

<arch eyebrow>  "That is an excellent idea, actually.  In a 
number of ways.  He's been off duty for quite a while.  I'm 
confident that getting him back behind the conn would be 
most effective.  Not to mention welcome."

<triumphant grin>  "Very well, Doctor, I'll get right on it."

<warningly>  "Neelix?  Make sure he leaves the safeties on. 
He's still not processing pain as he should, yet, either.  He 
could injure himself and not even be aware of it."

<quick nod>  "Safeties on.  I understand.  I'll make sure they 
are.  You have my word on it."

<satisfied expression>  "Very good, Neelix.  Keep me 
informed."

"I'll do that.  Neelix out."

<purposeful stride into bedroom>  <scrounge through 
closet>  <toss clothes on bed>  <pause at sight of shivering 
lover>

<poke head out of covers>  <frown> "Go-going 
somewhere?"

<sit on edge of bed>  "*I'm* not.  *We* are.  To the 
holodeck.  Doctor's orders."

<groan>  "You've got to be kidding me. I'm *not* getting out 
of this bed, Neelix.  It's freezing out there."

<softly>  "You have to.  I'll help you."

<whine>  "Why?"

"The bath from earlier brought your metabolism to a 
stand-still.  Your body isn't creating heat, now, so you're 
cold.  We've got to, um, 'jump start' you.  According to the 
good Doctor."

<sigh>  "The holodeck?"

<wink>  <nudge>  <shamelessly dangle as bait>  "Flight 
sims . . ."

<stare>  "He cleared me for flying?"

<nod>  "On the holodeck."  <firmly> "With the safeties *on*, 
Tom."

<groan>  "Lix . . ."

<cover mouth with hand> <sternly>  "Now, don't you dare 
argue with me. You can't feel pain properly, yet.  And I'm not 
about to let you turn off the safeties, until you can.  That's 
final." 

<small smile>  <sigh>  "Okay.  Safeties on."  <meet glare> 
"Promise.  I promise.  All right?"

<purse lips>  <slowly>  "All right.  Let's go."


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