T'pol lay still, on the bridge of consciousness, vaguely processing her name being called. She lay there a minute longer before her Vulcan instincts roused her, recognizing the call of duty. "Sub-Commander, it is imperative that you wake." As her eyes opened a crack, she immediately tensed up, but found herself restrained on the bio-bed, looking into the Denobulans face as her memories surged through her mind. "Sub-Commander I deeply regret what I did to you, but I'm afraid we have more pressing matters to attend to." He paused, gauging her reaction. "You may believe me insane if you wish, but all I ask for is your cooperation, now, I am going to undo your restraints. Okay?" She nodded weakly, too depleted to formulate a verbal response. As the locks were opened one by one, she tested her movement, rotating her arm slowly while she swung her legs over the side. Attempting to walk however, she found her coordination and balance severely impaired, she stumbled. Caught on the arm by Dr. Phlox, T'pol felt her eyelids drooping. She tried desperately to hold on to consciousness, but ended up back on the bio-bed as her muscles fell limp.
Phlox found himself in one of the few times he had ever cursed. Strings of obscenities flowed off his tongue before he finally calmed himself, it wouldn't help the situation, he grudgingly admitted. It was too risky to risk using a stimulant on the Sub-Commander, however without her assistance his plan would be nothing but paper and pencil marks. Perhaps Commander Tucker? No, that definitely wasn't a good idea, Phlox had no idea if his theoretical cure would affect the young human. But with little choice left, he supposed he did need to check the results of his "cure" anyhow. Pressing the hypo-spray into the human's neck, the simulant took a few seconds to take effect. The Commanders reaction was strikingly similar to that of the Sub-Commander. As his eyelids slowly opened, he instinctively recoiled at the sight of the Denobulan, cursing loudly. Phlox waited until Tucker was done pulling at his restraints, lost in semi-conscious panic. When he finally did give up, it was to look with apprehension at the doctor, regarding him in a remarkably calm manner, Phlox was pleased to note. Perhaps his unorthodox method had actually accomplished its goal, in recovering the sanity of this human. Filled with newfound jubilance, Phlox wasted no time in getting to the point. "Commander, it is imperative that you listen to me, the Sub-Commanders health depends on it". It wasn't a complete lie, and he definitely had his attention now.
It was kinda fuzzy, Trips memory that is. He could remember the actions well enough, but the thought processes were completely beyond him. It seemed as if someone else was in control of his body, and his mind had been off smoking weed somewhere. And on top of that, he had what he was pretty sure was a crazy doctor restraining him and T'pol. It was strange though, the Denobulan didn't look or act like he was presently insane. But the memories of their last encounter, still fresh in his mind, sent a chill down his spine. Of course that had been before everything got fuzzy, and currently he wasn't exactly sure how he got to be in this position. Trips attention snapped back to Phlox at his words about T'pol's health, had that been a threat? Was he extorting him? Any whims of giving Phlox a piece of his mind instantly vanished, he would do whatever he wanted as long as he didn't hurt T'pol. He couldn't let him hurt T'pol. Trip wasn't sure why these emotions were so strong, along with a severe protective instinct which he knew in the deep recesses of his mind shouldn't be there. But he didn't have time to think about that, he had to figure out what the hell was going on. And he'd be damned if he wouldn't get himself and T'pol, definitely T'pol, out this god forsaken mess.