Lights. Bright. Quiet.
Blink.
Sickbay. Pain. Hand heavy. Bright Lights.
Blink.
Sickbay's bright lights. Pain. Hand heavy.
Blink.
Chakotay. Hand heavy. Pain. Legs. Chakotay.
Blink.
Chakotay's hand. Ignore pain. Move fingers.
Blink.
"Kathryn?" Movement. Near.
Blink.
Fingers tighten.
"Doc, she's awake." Voice. Relief. Pain.
Blink.
Face. Tattoo. Chakotay.
"You're going to be okay, Kathryn." Other hand. Face. Mine.
Blink.
"She is going to be okay, isn't she, Doc?" Movement. Scanning.
"Yes, Commander. Captain, we're going to have you up and moving in no time." Neck. Cold. Metal. Hiss.
Blink.
Chakotay's hand. Pain easing.
Blink.
Chakotay's hand. Safe.
I've always hated the waiting in Sickbay, I thought.
My heart leapt at the slight movement of her fingers.
"Kathryn?" She was blinking, confused.
"Doc, she's awake." I couldn't keep the joy from my voice to see those blue eyes again.
"You're going to be okay, Kathryn." I brushed my fingers against her cheek and glanced to the Doctor for reassurance. "She is going to be okay, isn't she, Doc?"
"Yes, Commander. Captain, we're going to have you up and moving in no time." The Doctor loaded a hypospray, and pressed it against her neck. I squeezed Kathryn's hand again. She was safe.