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So cold
Picard went to Data’s quarters. His objective was to talk to Sher about Dr.
Crusher. He was troubled and upset over their conversation. When he rang the bell, the door opened. “Data, forgive…” he stopped abruptly. No one was there.
“Data.” He looked around Data’s quarters. There was no need to be nosy. “Data?” Instead of finding Data, he found Sher slumped over the commode. “Sher.” He pulled her up. “Sher.” He picked her up and put her to bed. “Sher?” Her skin was clammy to the touch. There was no evidence that she had been sick. “Sher?” He tapped his communicator, “Data to your quarters.”
He picked her up, placing her on the bed. He found a blanket to cover her with.
She started to shake. “I’m – cold.” She stuttered through shivering lips.
“Data should be here any minute.” He retrieved another blanket trying to make her warm. “Is there anything I can do?” The warmer he tried to make her, the more she shook.
“Cold,” she stuttered.
“Raise temperature 5 degrees.” Picard ordered.
“Raising cabin temperature to 70 degrees Fahrenheit, the computer responded.
She was shaking less. “Did you go talked to Beverly?”
“No, you are right. I am afraid to get too close.”
“You two aren’t getting any younger Jean-Luc.” She pulled the blankets up around her neck
“I know.” He sighed.
“You need to love someone. Life is too precious.”
There was a moment of silence between them. The door slid open, Data appeared. He rushed over to the bed. “Sher?”
“I found her slumped over the commode.” Picard told him.
“Thank you sir for finding her.”
Picard walked away. He turned at the door to get one more look at them. He had never saw such care coming from anyone than the care he saw from Data toward her. If Data could love, why couldn’t he? For someone whose emotions were untested and unreliable to show so much love, made Jean-Luc question his own emotional abilities.
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