EMH: He'll be fine, but I'm surprised he didn't asphyxiate. I told you eight minutes on that deck, not eight and a half, not nine, and certainly not twelve.
Janeway: Would you rather have an indoor nebula? If we didn't stop it then and there it would have flooded another two decks. B'Elanna, engines.
EMH: The alveoli in your lungs have been chemically burned. I want you off your feet for the next forty eight hours.
Janeway: Inject me with trioxin. That should help me breathe a little easier. B'Elanna, stand by for the transfer.
EMH: Trioxin is used in emergency situations as a stop-gap measure. Your lungs have suffered serious damage. They need to be treated properly. Doctor's orders.
The Doctor: Aye, aye. It's your body. Who am I to judge? I'm only the Chief Medical Officer. What do I know?
ANNORAX: He should have been here by now. No doubt he's making himself difficult. I've never seen such an intransigent young man.
CHAKOTAY: You've had us in isolation for two months. We've been scanned, poked and prodded. How do you expect us to act?