Darkness was heavy…peaceful, like drifting under a dark and warm ocean. Though through the darkness, awareness began to seep in…feeling like she was rising, the dark turning lighter… the weight pinning her down seemed to lighten.
A hum of sound seemed to start up, like different pitches of grunts and odd dull beeps…none of it made sense though it got louder… pressing on her ear drums but none of it seemed to make logical sense.
Slowly through she could feel more than the weights, soft tingly sensation seemed to awaken her senses under her skin… heat that seemed to blow across her but a coldness also seemed to grip her right shoulder like a vice. Her fingers twitched, the movement soft and subtle but it spread a new sensation through her connecting her more to her body
"She's waking up again" the sounds seemed to hush though she felt a pressing light against her lids that made her want to shy away. Her head tilted away though something warm touched her face.
Michael groaned out softly, trying to move her head away though the warmth felt hard and oddly shaped before it moved, tilting her head back before light shot into her eye as it pulled up one of her eyelids.
"Hmmm!" She didn't like that… too bright.
"Pupil response it looking good, still not clear signs of formed speech." The voice carried on but the warmth of the woman's hand was gone, "However, she's taken to the augments quickly."
Michael's head tilted, pulling her hands towards her face… but something felt wrong… one hand touched her face… Through the haze, she knew that there should be two…she felt like her arm was still there but… she couldn't feel it.
It took a moment to try and open her eyes, the brightness in the room felt like she staring into a lamp… the shapes around her blurred and hazy yet they were sharpening up, like an adjustment on a telescope as things were steadily brought into focus…
It was obviously a medical room, the walls a dull white with screens monitoring health and heart along the left side and cupboards that were fully stocked. A table was in the corner, looking to hold a collection of synthetic parts. Movement in her vision turned her focus to see a black woman, cladded in white medical uniform with her hair braided back out the way with a small light in hand as she seemed to hover.
The woman smiled softly as she saw her. "Hello, Michael. It's good to see you awake. I know you're confused. I'm Dr Evans" She started. "You're currently adjusting to augments we're installing since you've been here for the last three weeks. Your memory is limited since you're unable to retain new information since after your accident and you'll find speech much more difficult; you have a form of aphasia but you're due to have another two instalments to help with both of those."
Michael blinked, a frown on her face but she spared a look around. She wanted to talk… it was on the tip of her tongue to ask a flurry of questions… what was wrong with her? What had been done to her…. Who even brought her here…wherever she was? Yet he found she didn't know how to start… her frown deepened and her pulse quickened. She looked down before her stomach tightened and churned as she realised what was wrong…
Her arm… her arm was gone.
"MMm…" She pushed herself up, though Dr Evans was quick to gently touch her shoulder to stop her going further
"Best not to sit up, you're still recovering and moving will rupture the healing process."
"hhm…Ma.." Michael grunted out, her other hand shooting to her shoulder. A few shots of pain made her wince but she could feel the hardness under the skin… that they had done something. "Waz…" She slurred out, panic filtering next…
"We've reconstructed your shoulder, clavicle and scapula for a new prosthetic. You lost your arm in the accident. Damage to your lung, we were able to add an augment there too to help you take in more oxygen to counter the loss" Dr Evans spoke, still remaining calm. "We've also had this wake-up call every morning since we revived you so please take a breath, sit back."
Confusion still lingered in her veins yet she couldn't help but follow some of what she was saying, sitting back though her hand continued to press along her shoulder, feeling the flairs as her flesh pressed more against the metallic ne structures underneath.
There was logical sense…of course.
Her eyes fluttered shut, taking a soft breath in….and out. Her head still felt very hazy…. Medication perhaps…
"Hh..." Michael started again though a welt of frustration coiled in her stomach, her mouth not quite forming the words she needed.
"I know you have questions but you'll be here for a while longer; you're much more lucid than yesterday so we can start assessing you cognitively."
Michael nodded softly. She understood what she was saying… the doctor couldn't answer the questions she couldn't ask. But… she was getting help. Help from an accident.
An accident feel quite right… no it hadn't been an accident. A frown lingered on her face, trying to claw back through the haze… the darkness that had had her for some time….
She hadn't been alone… who had been with her… Michel strained her memory back…
She had been on a ship. First Prison… Lorca had made her stay to help. The war…Klingons. Then... then there was the drive… powered by something… mushrooms? Yes. Stamets had the spores to fly the ship.
Bits and pieces started to fit more together as she lay there… yet despite all that, how did she end up here from discovery? Her eyes ran around the room, taking in the machinery though concentrating on the text was much harder to read than she expected… she was looking for a number… what numbers…
"Tttt.." She hissed out, catching the woman's attention again. "Ti..mmme.." her words came out slow but it sounded like it fit together for what she wanted.
Evans frowned, confusion passing over her face before she looked around. "You want the time?" She asked.
Michael nodded.
"It's 16:09. The date is January 27th 2236"
I know this is very short but I did want to make it clear that there are consequences to trauma and I did try and make it longer but trying to jump to a later point felt very rushed and didn't work well for me so this short chapter is the next best thing for now. I might re-write but so far i'm happy to have it. Micheal might be a little ooc but that's because she's on medication and having memory troubles for now so she's not able to focus on too much right now than herself.
That said, I'm open to your ideas and suggestions and I'd love to hear your thoughts :)
