"…And these are the matter-antimatter generators…"
I smirked as I listened to Scotty, who was so engrossed in his lecture that he hadn't noticed that Keenser and I were sitting on top of one of the support beams.
Keenser poked me—the signal to alert Scotty that we were up here. I let out a bubbly giggle.
Scotty looked around, then, not seeing either Keenser or me, looked up. He sighed. "I see Keenser's infected ya already, lass. Get down, both of you!"
Keenser and I looked at each other before shaking our heads.
"At least you, Ensign. Do I have ta make tha' an order?"
I sighed. "Fine, Scotty. I'm coming."
I carefully made my way across the beam and began to climb down.
At about the third rung, I slipped and fell, sharp pain coursing through my ankle as I collapsed on the ground.
Scotty ran towards me, pushing through the people walking by, engrossed in their PADDs. "Lass! Are ya alright?"
I tried to get up, but failed epically. "No, Scotty, I'm not."
Keenser hurried down the ladder and ran towards us. He bent over and gave my ankle a gentle squeeze. I gasped as pain flashed up my leg.
Keenser looked up. "Broken."
Scotty's eyes widened. "Come on, lass, we've gotta get you to Sick Bay." He scooped me up and ran out the door, Keenser on his heels.