Zachary Moss lay unconscious, his chest rising and falling evenly. A silver burn protection glove covered his injured hand. His face was covered in soot, and slightly flushed.

Chapel studied the monitor above Lt. Moss's bed. "Heart rhythm is stabilized, Doctor. 02 sat approaching normal." She placed an empty hypospray on a metal tray nearby.

"Mmm."McCoy studied a neurological scan on a nearby computer screen. He looked over his shoulder, tsking. "It's been almost two hours. According to you and these tests, he should be wide awake by now, or at least groggy." He tapped another button, and a series of EEG readings played across the screen. "He's doing something in there. Darned if I know what."

Chapel picked up a clipboard and handed it to McCoy, who made some notes on it. "A few cc's of mnemnesine perhaps?"

McCoy paused. "Possibly. Let's give it some time. We've still got Chatterjee and the others to take care of. I know Priya's in more pain than she lets on. Which reminds me," he continued. "Try to convince that green-blooded masochist to take some pain meds already. Maybe you can get through to him." He set the clipboard down and headed for the surgical room.

Chapel took one last look at Moss's readings before slipping out of his suite.