Sickbay

Chrysler awoke to find himself in sickbay, with a broken rib, mild concussion and a dislocated shoulder. He couldnt remember why he was here, just that it had something to do with music, and beer.
Just then Tara walked in, carrying a tray of hospital food which Jay quickly discarded against the far wall. "Ah so the sleeping clutz, awakens. feeling better Lt.?"
"Huh?, what..how did i get here? did Harris beat me up again?"
Tara explained the Karaoke incident, and how he had somehow manged to let a microphone and a set of speakers get the better of him.
"Anyway take two days r+r and you can return to duty"
she said as she jammed a needle into his arm, causing him to blubber pathetically.
"Was Owen's bar saved? Imean are they gonna blow it up?"
asked Jay "It's just that i seemed to have spent the majority of the night under a Wharfedale super woofer"
"Yeah, it was saved, BUT! you aint going nowhere near until the drugs have worn off. 48 hours from now"
that wasnt good news. Jay didnt mind having to miss work for two days, after all he wasnt neededfor any shuttle missions right now, and the helm position wasnt exactly stimulating stuff, besides, he knew Kayn loved it, at least he made Kayn think he loved it so that he could persuade him to cover his shifts. But to spend two days off duty SOBER?? unheard of.