Prompt 1: Write about the morning after the day she died.
"Trip, you need to go get some rest," Jon gently placed his hand reassuringly on my shoulder, "You've been here all night."
I stare unseeingly into her peaceful face. It was my fault for not forcing her to go first. The transporter hadn't re-energized all of her, and due to such a small amount not being missed, none of us realised until it was too late.
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I looked at her face just visible in my darken quarters. The light from the stars flashing past the window dancing across her slightly sweaty features.
"Hosh, darlin', I clear the lump that has suddenly appeared in my throat, "I love you. You know that I love you with all my heart, right?" I stare at her with pleading eyes, willing her to understand that this was it for me, she was it.
Rather than replying, she pulled my face down to hers and showed me just how well she understood.
The following morning as we were getting out of the shower, her nose began bleeding. When it hadn't stopped after fifteen minutes I insisted she go see Phlox. Upon our arrival he seemed slightly bemused but scanned her all the same. However his face fell into lines of concern when he read the results. Over the next 12 hours Phlox ran test after test, tried radiation and cell transplants, but it was too late, her internal organs had begun to shut down one by one.
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Guided by muscle memory, my body found its own way back to my quarters, my mind still in sickbay, her last words playing over and over in my mind.
"I love you too, Trip Tucker."
Almost without missing a beat, I turned around and re-opened the door. I found myself in front of her quarters, not that she'd slept here in almost a month. I made quick work of the lock and entered, immediately turning and re-locking the door. I followed the curve of the room until I was standing in the middle of her quarters. Unsure how much longer I'd be able to stand for, I collapsed onto her bed. Sobs wrenched themselves free of my body and unable to control them I let the tears roll down onto the pillow. Her pillow. Her scent engulfed me and I proceeded to bury my face into it, stifling the noise I was making. Uncertain how long it'd been, I curled up, pulling the covers over myself, and drifted into restless sleep, interrupted with flashes of her face.
"Hoshi..." I pleaded.
