phlox

But before either of them could speak, Phlox stood up.

Maybe Phlox will want to write a paper about this.

Phlox looked at Trip as if trying to remember who he was.

Phlox shook his head, and looked down to the ground.

Phlox folded his hands on the table in front of him.

She'd only been able to use the information that Phlox had gathered.

Phlox looked down and saw that one of the children had remained.

The child had no hair, and Phlox could not tell what gender it was.

Phlox would have worked just as hard to save any other patient.

"I went to see Phlox this morning," the man sitting next to her said.

Phlox felt his eyes begin to water, and he tried to blink them away.

He watched Phlox go, and realized the doctor was right.

Phlox watched it roll to a rest against a wall.

Phlox stood over her, reading something off a medical sensor.

The entire garden, of course, does not have to be phlox, but it's possible.

"We need to get back down there then," Phlox said.

"I'm working on something that should help you sleep a little better," Phlox said.

"She should be coming around in a minute," Phlox said.

Phlox asked in a voice just slightly above a whisper.

"Phlox, you're the only other person aboard I can really talk to about this."

Phlox nodded and looked at the test tube in his left hand.

But if that was the case, why hadn't she simply gone to Phlox?

Phlox allowed himself a small smile as he answered, without looking up.

He was about to give her a word of comfort when Phlox interrupted.

Phlox rose from his chair and went over to talk to the chef.