"I was nearby when I got the call." Phlox replied. "I'll be fine, Captain, I was just stunned."
Forcing himself up, Phlox made his way over to the other patient. Emily lay in a near catatonic state. More from shock then anything. T'Pol was trying to speak to her in Vulcan. The Eugenic just laid on her side, staring at the wall.
"She just won't respond, Captain." The Vulcan almost sounded frustrated. Only Archer, who had once carried a Vulcan consciousness in him, could sense it.
"Emily," Archer spoke so gently, he thought he saw her eyes flicker a bit. "You need to snap out of it, K'Lhan needs you, Soong needs you."
In her hand Emily was clutching the locket, burned, melted by the blasts from the Romulan energy weapons. The pictures of her husband and son, lost forever. Even as Archer pried it from her hand he could see the ashes fall out. Phlox began to treat a bad burn she had from when the locket melted.
With it removed from her hand, Emily began to cry. It was a start, at least she was reacting.
Phlox tried to calm her down. T'Pol just stood back.
"I failed," she rasped out. "I failed my husband, I failed my son, now I failed Soong and with him, I've failed the Vulcans and the humans."
T'Pol stepped forward now, grabbing Emily by the shoulders and pulling her up. "Enough with the self pity." The Vulcan said with more emotion then any Vulcan has ever shown, though again, only Archer could tell. "Now is the time for you to show that you're more then just a Eugenic, show that you are more then what your biological parents thought you were. There is still time."
Perhaps it was hearing this from a Vulcan. A member of the species that raised her. Or maybe it was just the physical contact. Whatever it was, Emily seemed to calm down. Her face gained that mask of impassiveness that all Vulcans carried. Pulling her emotions, felt so much more keenly by Eugenics, back into her sphere of control.
"I'm sorry, I have trouble controlling myself sometimes." Taking a deep breath, she centered herself and then dried her eyes. "So, Captain, do you have a plan?"
Archer smiled. "Emily, in your study of earth literature, did you ever read about the Trojan Horse?"