Tortok lay in sick bay when the word came down. Two months. It didn’t seem right, in a way it felt much longer, but when he thought about it two months did make some sense. He looked up at the display, he was stable and his vitals were looking normal. His back was still in pain, but he used his focus to keep it away.
The bandage was hard and soaked in his blood. He looked forward to some true medical care. He looked around the sickbay and saw the others, the ones that were in better condition than him, and the ones that died. He saw the Andorian that had fallen to his death early on. But his wounds didn’t look like a fall. He would see how he died once a nurse was able to tend to him.
One eventually did come, and he was sedated. When he woke up his bandage was laying on the table, his back was healed.
“Go ahead, stand up,” Said the voice behind him.
He took the first few wobbly steps, and then composed himself.
“Good, your cleared for light duty Lieutenant, come back in a day or so for a checkup.”
“Thank you doctor, about the Andorian, Tok. How did he die?”
“He took a bullet, saving the Admiral”
Tortok nodded adjusted his uniform, and headed to the exit. Before he left he turned “Thank you.”
She smiled and nodded, and headed toward the next patient. Tortok started walking to his lab. He didn’t want to be in his quarters. His emotions were starting to surface. If he headed toward his quarters he might have an outburst. He needed to immerse himself in his work.
When he opened the door he saw how much work he indeed had to do. He had just set up the lab to his liking, and here it was, completely destroyed. He sighed and started picking up the pieces.
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