Chapter Two: The Stages of Grief

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Stage One: Denial:

Zorek awoke suddenly realizing where he was. Anxiety and panic filled his mind. This had to be just a dream. He expected to wake up at any minute.

Any minute now.

Any minute now.

Maybe in a few hours.

Maybe in a few days.

May in a few we-

Why was this taking so long?

Maybe something is wrong with him. He looked in the mirror and studied himself. He wasn't going home. That's what his mind said.

His mouth and his heart said, "Only a few more hours."

"This will end."

"This will end soon."

"This has to end soon."

It didn't end though. He betrayed his people and now he was in trouble from it. He will never see his crew, his home, his friends. Never again. Ever. Zorek just couldn't fully accept that.

Stage Two: Anger:

Zorek was very frustrated. Why was this happening to him? Zorek was so mad with what fate brought him, he punched a wall so hard he broke his hand. He screamed both in pain and anger.

He went into Sick Bay. Zorek didn't know what to expect, but Dr. Crusher looked like a nice lady. In fact, Crusher's body language reminded him of his excrewmate Tenya. This fact frustrated him more.

"Hurry up, human!" He yelled.

"I'll get to you in a sec." Dr. Crusher promised.

"Well, go faster you slow veluur!"

Dr. Crusher finally turned her full attention to Zorek.

"Your hand is broken. What happened?" Dr. Crusher asked.

"I accidentally hit it against a wall." Zorek lied. He didn't want her to see weakness in him.

Dr. Crusher eyed him suspiciously but said nothing as she fixed his hand.

Stage Three: Bargaining:

"I'll do anything to go back home. Gods please help me. I promise I'll always be good. Please just let me see home one last time. Please! Elements help me!" Zorek begged to his gods once he was alone.

He wasn't lying. He would do practically anything to get back home. Anything. He wanted to see the rock formations of Chula. Wanted to see the light in an otherwise Dark Forest.

He prayed for hours. Willing to pledge his soul, but praying didn't solve anything. Sometimes prayer wasn't enough.

He began to cry. Zorek felt weak.

Stage Four: Depression:

Zorek cried for a week straight. He barely ate, barely slept. His appetite was low and he cried through most of the nights. The worst part was, he didn't feel comfortable enough with notifying a human. He was alone.

The little bit of sleep he did have was plagued by nightmares. Elias and Jalad died over and over again right in front of him. Zorek soon became to afraid to sleep.

He soon began to crave drugs. He had been clean forty years now, but the idea of a temporary release made him irrational. Of course, there was a very very very little chance he could get his hands on drugs. Still, the craving was there anyways.

Stage Five: Acceptance:

It had been a hard four months, but he was finally ready. He wasn't going to be able to go home. Never. Zorek placed mourning ink on his face and took the first step in becoming an ally to the federation. He was ready.

Author's Note: How did you like it? Did you like how I've represented the stages of grief? Please review and no flames.