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Rating: [Mild Content] (for very mild violence)
Codes: P, T, EMH, drabble
Summary: Tom Paris learns the importance of correct speech.
Disclaimer: I didn't invent Paris, Torres and the EMH, I don't own the copyrights on them, and I'm not getting paid for writing about them. Paramount did, does and is.
Archive: Yes, please.
"What happened to you, Tom?" queried the Holodoc, examining the huge purple bruise on the helmsman's midriff. "Did you get in a bar fight?"
"I said something to B'Elanna in Klingon," was the reply, somewhat strangled by Paris' gastric pain.
"Dear me, she must not have liked what you said." The tissue regenerator was doing its work, slowly. "Did you get the words wrong? It can be a difficult language to master."
"No, not the words. The pronunciation was slightly off."
"And she hit you? For getting the pronunciation wrong?"
"No," groaned the patient. "She gave me the Heimlich maneuver."
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