My vision was mostly black when I finally woke up.
"How are you feeling?" someone asked as I sat up. I blinked and shook my head.
"Enna?" the doctor said. I finally had my vision cleared.
"How do you feel?" he repeated somewhat slower than before.
"Alive," I mumbled.
"We need to talk," he said, grabbing my shoulder pulling me toward another room. I took in my surroundings like a warrior. A couch, a chair, a desk, an office, I guessed.
"Sit," he directed, taking his seat. I sat opposite him.
"You talk to me, why?" he asked.
"Common field," I answered.
"Nurse?"
"Sexist?"
"A doctor?"
"One exam away from it," I said.
"What stopped you?" he asked.
"Ummm, politics," I answered.
"A sixteen year old doctor?"
"And laywer," I added.
"So you're some kind of kid genius?" he groaned.
"Not only those, but I'm nothing compared to my species. Most already have careers," I said.
"Why don't you have a career then?"
"Politics," I said, drily.
"What about the other kid? Why did you talk to him? Are you some master navigator?" he asked, leaning forward on his desk.
"No, I took a few courses but I hated it," I answered.
"So what then?"
"He said you had sent him. He was desperate to make me talk, it was really pitiful," I admitted.
He scoffed. And leaned back in his chair.
"You're human," he stated after awhile.
"I'm not," I interjected.
"Let me aske you, what kind of doctor were you on your home planet of…?" he fished. I frowned.
"You're trying to find it out for that Kirk guy, aren't you?"
"No!...Look we're just trying to get you home." I shook my head.
"I was a general surgeon, a battlefield medic, a genetic engineer, a general doctor, a nuero specialist, and a trauma expert on my home planet," I said. He pushed a clipboard-like device toward me.
"How good are you at analyzing medical reports?" He said, gesturing to the aforementioned device. I picked it up and tapped on the screen. Numbers lit the screen. I stared at it blankly.
"These results are unconclusive," I said.
"Prove it."
I pulled up a graph. Least what
"One thing my hemoglobin, or at least what you think my hemoglobin is, is more than one and a half times that of a normal human," I said.
"A spike."
"Defend," I said.
"Multiple attempts for taking blood," he said.
"Inconclusive, one blood trial?" I said. He nodded.
"You're really going to make guesses on one trial?" I questioned.
"One goddamn thing, continue," he urged.
"Okay, well, you couldn't identify a blood type, any human you could have," I observed.
"Get off blood, you challenged that already," he grumbled.
"Umm, how long does it take for the sedative to wear off?" I asked.
"That's basic, you should know, kid genius."
"Was it a mild sedative? What's its molarity? How much did you administer? You gotta give me something," I said.
"High morphine, 6.0 grams per mole, and 15 milliliters," he filled in.
"Were you trying to kill me? A couple days. How long was I out?"
"A few hours," he said.
"That probably would have put some unfortunate human in a coma, or worse a deathbed," I said.
"Extremely high metabolism," he suggested.
"A little far-fetched. High metabolism would have made me hungry right? I haven't eaten in days," I said.
"Extremely high pain tolerance?"
"How about extremely not human," I concluded. He sighed.
"You talk to me, just tell me what you are," he whined.
"It would make no difference," I said.
"Why wouldn't it?"
"It's a new species, well, new to you," I said.
"A new species?" I nodded.
"Yes."
"You have forty-two chromosome we have nineteen thousand six hundred eighty-three for females, males have one less," I said.
"Does your race know what each gene does?" he asked, slightly intrigued.
"PADDs are obsolete, yes we know what each gene codes for. We are very advanced compared to humans," I said.
Kirk voice crackled over an unseen speaker. I set the PADD down.
"McCoy, we need your help on the bridge," he said.
"Come on," McCoy said standing.
"What happened?" I asked, staying right on his heels.
"Jim thinks I'm everything. I once had to arm seventy-two torpedoes because of an accident," he said.
"Bones! Glad you could join us." Kirk said snidely.
"What is it?"
"You're a doctor!"
"Why how very observant of you Jim," McCoy said.
"We got this on our transporting pad. It's nothing Uhura's seen," Kirk said, holding up a small paper. The bridge was bright. The ship front was plexi-glass. There were stations around the perimeter of the room, two facing the window and the captain's seat in the middle of the room.
"I haven't seen it," he shrugged.
"She's a beauty, isn't she?" Kirk asked. I shrugged.
"Enna come her," Dr. McCoy said. He handed the note to me. I smoothed the paper.
"Have you seen it?" he asked. I look at the familiar words. I shook my head no. I folded the paper standard for prisoners. I handed it back and Kirk set it on the arm rest. I faced away from the window. God warp factor four made me sick. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the paper shimmer, then it was gone. I smirked.
"Space sick?" McCoy asked. I gave a short half nod.
"Just wait until we're under attack, you'll feel great," he said, sarcastically.
"Miss Enna, have you made your decision?" Spock asked, approaching the place where I stood. I fervently looked at the other faces. I shook my head no.
A high pitched whining squealed through Lieutenant Uhura's headset. Everyone's eyes snapped to her. She threw her headset on the station's table. I soon recognized the message as it blared through the room in my native language. I glanced at the others. Most eyes were fixed on me.
"Enna," the doctor said.
"You have disappearing tattoos?" Kirk blurted out. I looked at the backs of my hands and nodded.
"Hey where did the note go?" Kirk said.
"You put it on the side panel," doctor McCoy said.
"Well it's not there," he complained.
I looked over at the two island stations and was met with familiar green eyes. I moved next to Chekov as Kirk and McCoy bantered back and forth.
"Are they always like this?" I asked quietly, sitting on the floor my back against the station.
"Normally eet eez more, ehh, playful," he said, glancing over his should at them.
"So is this where you work?" I asked. He nodded.
"The only other person that had it was your pet," Kirk accused. I jumped up.
"I'm not his pet," I growled, my words rung with pride and power. The bridge fell in a deafening silence.
"You follow the doctor around in a comparable manner of a dog," the Vulcan said.
"So? All of you follow Kirk's orders to a tee, does that make all of you his personal bit-"
"Enough," McCoy said, "Kirk she's a doctor among other things."
"So you're collegaes?"
"Shut your whore mouth," I snapped.
"I'm the Captain of the ship, if you want to tell me what to do I suggest you get off my ship," he spat. I felt my blood start to overheat. I made eye contact with the arrogant man. Memories flashed off particularly painful bar fights and break ups, nothing too emotional until one memory settled.
An older man lay bruised and bleeding on the floor. Feelings of disappointment, fear, loneliness, self-loathing, tragedy flooded Kirk's mind. The scene subtly changed. Kirk was now lying on the floor blood slowly choking him. I blinked breaking the chain of memories. Kirk was sent into a coughing fit.
"What did you do?!" Bones exclaimed.
"Get her off my bridge," Kirk groaned. The ship tilted. I grabbed the edge of a station to steady myself.
"You think that's bad?" Just then the ship lurched again sending most everybody against the wall.
"Scotty! What's going on?" Kirk yelled into a com.
"I dun't know, sir, everythin' is workin' normally. There's nothin' wrong with her," he replied.
There was a loud crash and everything went dark.