Neshomeh groaned, her back stiff from hours at a computer, editing pages upon pages.

"What's wrong?" she heard someone ask behind her, in a voice that made her stomach flip flop.

"M-my back..." she replied in a quiet, hesitant voice.

"I think I can take care of that."

"I... I don't know..."

"Don't worry," doctorlit said as he places his hand upon her shoulders and massaged them slightly. "I'm a doctor after all."

Data walked in,wearing a nurses outfit and carrying a tray full of feathers, candles, and a pool noodle. "We're ready to operate, doctor."