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Chapter 2
"Kathryn!" Chakotay had flung himself at the captain to try and deflect the beam, but it was too late. She was already under the beam, pinned to the deck. Blood was pooling from the gash on her back, and deep crimson wells were gushing from her crushed thighs. Sparks bombarded the entire bridge as Chakotay dropped to his knees at Kathryn's side and she croaked over the pain,
"I'm fine, Chakotay. Go help Harry!" she waved in the direction of the unconscious ensign, who had been thrown over his console to the lower deck when the explosion that had caused the beam to fall had happened.
"Captain, are you okay? I have impulse engines back!" Tom's voice called from the con.
"I'm fine, Lieutenant. Get us out of here!" She yelled back from her position on the floor.
"According to these scans, the Borg cube's engines have been destroyed, only their weapons and shields are functioning." Chakotay yelled from Harry's station.
"Ok then maybe we do have a chance!" she gritted her teeth and grimaced through the pain.
"Kathryn we need to get you to sick bay!" Chakotay was at her side again.
"Lets get out of here alive firs.aargh!" the ship lurched violently. The beam rolled back, crushing Kathryn's delicate chest and the ribs inside her petit frame could be heard cracking.
"Kathryn! Tom, Harry, Tuvok, help me get the cross beam off the Captain!" Chakotay frantically ordered, somehow his mouth had the ability to make sense compared to the terror and panic in his mind. The four men heaved and struggled with the beam until it had slid clear of the Captain. The beam was a dead weight and the only thing that gave them the strength to lift it was Kathryn's agonising screams as the movement ripped at the flesh on her legs where sharp metal edge had sliced straight through.
"Kathryn! Tuvok beam the Captain and I to sick bay!" He knelt by Kathryn and slid his arms behind her shoulders, supporting her. They materialised on the floor of the crowded sick bay. The Doctor came over immediately.
"What happened?" He shouted.
"She was crushed by beam on the bridge!" Chakotay told him through the bedlam of emotions that were trying to take over his body.
"Lift her on to the bio bed as gently as you can." The Doctor rushed around the surgical bay collecting medical instruments as Chakotay did this.
"Doctor to Lieutenant Paris. I need your assistance in sickbay. Now."
"On my way Doc!" came the quick reply. Chakotay was standing by the waist height bio bed, tightly gripping Kathryn's hand.
"You'll be ok Kathryn, don't you leave me, it'll be ok, it'll be ok." He repeated, not certain for whose benefit. He could see the blood that had started to drip off the bed and was terrified that she couldn't have much more left in her small body.
"Chak..Chakotay," She struggled to speak between coughing up blood. Amazed that she was still conscious he said nothing.
"Chakotay, get them home for me, get this crew home." She managed to croak. "I never. I." she stopped to swallow her own blood that was leaking from the side of her mouth; she carried on over Chakotay's assurances. "I never told you, I. I, I love you Chakotay, never told you, I wasted all these years, I'm sorry. Love you, good bye." She started to cry as Chakotay's grip tightened on her hand.
"Don't you say good bye, I can't lose you. I love you Kathryn. I love you." He cried as she whispered
"Good bye!" again.
"No, I won't lose you, keep fighting, you'll be ok we'll fight together! Don't leave me, don't leave me!" he screamed the last sentence when her eyes closed.
"Commander I must ask you to step back from the surgical bay; Mr Paris and I will have perform extensive surgery on the captain." The Doctor's calm voice penetrated Chakotay's agony.
"She'll live won't she? Don't let her die!" Chakotay grasped at any sign of hope.
"Commander, we will do our best, but she lost a lot of blood in a very short space of time and she isn't breathing, which I can't fix until I repair her ribs. I believe I can heal her physical injuries, but her brain has been deprived of oxygen there's no certainty that she will wake up!" They tried to explain whilst leading Chakotay to his office. "Chakotay, I will do my best, so try not to worry, I don't want another patient." He almost felt like shaking the distraught commander.
The Doctor walked back over to Tom (who had just flew in through the doors) in the surgical bay and they erected a privacy screen around it, depriving Chakotay of seeing his Kathryn's bloodied, battered and crushed body. Chakotay fell backwards and landed in a chair. He put his head in his violently shaking hands and thought back over the last month. Kathryn had finally opened up to him and let him see more of Kathryn. He thought fondly of when they had had dinner and dancing and how their relationship flourished. He remembered joyfully the peace and contentment he felt when Kathryn woke up in his arms and accepted the relationship instead of pretending it wasn't there. His thoughts moved on to the rough patch they had gone through when they discovered Seven's simulation of him. He was unnerved by it and still avoided Seven wherever possible. She had been worried, not about her relationship with Chakotay, but with her relationship with seven. Seven had been embarrassed about the discovery of her holoprogram and was now uncomfortable around Kathryn, they had resolved it but not before tears were shed. It had been a trouble some period but in the end managed to bring Kathryn and Chakotay closer together in their love. When Admiral Janeway had turned up everything had been turned upside down, Kathryn and Chakotay hardly gad any time alone. The admiral had given her life to help them and it hadn't worked, he wondered how the crew would deal with this, how Kathryn would deal with it. He looked up from his palms and realised he had been thinking for hours.
3 hours and a lot of 'pass the osteo regenerator', 'she's bleeding out again' and 'administer that hypo spray' later, the Doctor and Tom, bathed in blood, emerged from behind the privacy screen, not bothering to remove it. Tom gave Chakotay a weak smile and nod and then left. The Doctor came over to Chakotay where he battled through thoughts of 'she's brain-dead, she's dead, she's in a coma', and managed to stand up.
"Doctor, how is she? Is she alive? Will she ever wake up?"
"Commander, please slow down. The surgery was long and arduous but we have healed most of her physical injuries. I believe that she will wake up, but I'm not sure when. She suffered a fractured pelvis, crushed both her femurs, with deep cuts on her thighs. The beam broke 5 of her ribs, 2 of which punctured her left lung. We have given her blood transfusions as she lost a significant amount of blood. We tried to keep the surgery as short as possible; we will take her back in tomorrow to finish the superficial surgery. We healed what we could, but the beam hit her spine causing two shattered vertebrae and a lot of damage and bruising to her spinal cord. I repaired it as best I could, but despite our efforts, it has left her paralysed from the pelvis down. I'm very sorry. It may improve with time, but it is doubtful. You can sit with her for a while if you'd like." The Doctor tried to explain and reassure the Commander with little success as Chakotay sat open mouthed before he broke down into tears not trying to hide them from the hologram.
"I know it's hard, and I know I'm just a set of sub routines, but I'm still very upset and disturbed by this." The Doctor tried to comfort the big man sobbing in front of him. Shakily Chakotay stood and hurried to Kathryn's side. The Doctor busied himself in his office as Chakotay sat in the chair by the bedside and took her small ivory hand in his two large bronze ones. He whispered into her ear as he stroked her hand. He sat for 2 hours like that until he fell asleep with his head on Kathryn's hand.
A/N; I won't update if I don't get enough reviews. I'm not awkward but I need to know if people actually read the story and like or else there's no point in posting it.
Chapter 2
"Kathryn!" Chakotay had flung himself at the captain to try and deflect the beam, but it was too late. She was already under the beam, pinned to the deck. Blood was pooling from the gash on her back, and deep crimson wells were gushing from her crushed thighs. Sparks bombarded the entire bridge as Chakotay dropped to his knees at Kathryn's side and she croaked over the pain,
"I'm fine, Chakotay. Go help Harry!" she waved in the direction of the unconscious ensign, who had been thrown over his console to the lower deck when the explosion that had caused the beam to fall had happened.
"Captain, are you okay? I have impulse engines back!" Tom's voice called from the con.
"I'm fine, Lieutenant. Get us out of here!" She yelled back from her position on the floor.
"According to these scans, the Borg cube's engines have been destroyed, only their weapons and shields are functioning." Chakotay yelled from Harry's station.
"Ok then maybe we do have a chance!" she gritted her teeth and grimaced through the pain.
"Kathryn we need to get you to sick bay!" Chakotay was at her side again.
"Lets get out of here alive firs.aargh!" the ship lurched violently. The beam rolled back, crushing Kathryn's delicate chest and the ribs inside her petit frame could be heard cracking.
"Kathryn! Tom, Harry, Tuvok, help me get the cross beam off the Captain!" Chakotay frantically ordered, somehow his mouth had the ability to make sense compared to the terror and panic in his mind. The four men heaved and struggled with the beam until it had slid clear of the Captain. The beam was a dead weight and the only thing that gave them the strength to lift it was Kathryn's agonising screams as the movement ripped at the flesh on her legs where sharp metal edge had sliced straight through.
"Kathryn! Tuvok beam the Captain and I to sick bay!" He knelt by Kathryn and slid his arms behind her shoulders, supporting her. They materialised on the floor of the crowded sick bay. The Doctor came over immediately.
"What happened?" He shouted.
"She was crushed by beam on the bridge!" Chakotay told him through the bedlam of emotions that were trying to take over his body.
"Lift her on to the bio bed as gently as you can." The Doctor rushed around the surgical bay collecting medical instruments as Chakotay did this.
"Doctor to Lieutenant Paris. I need your assistance in sickbay. Now."
"On my way Doc!" came the quick reply. Chakotay was standing by the waist height bio bed, tightly gripping Kathryn's hand.
"You'll be ok Kathryn, don't you leave me, it'll be ok, it'll be ok." He repeated, not certain for whose benefit. He could see the blood that had started to drip off the bed and was terrified that she couldn't have much more left in her small body.
"Chak..Chakotay," She struggled to speak between coughing up blood. Amazed that she was still conscious he said nothing.
"Chakotay, get them home for me, get this crew home." She managed to croak. "I never. I." she stopped to swallow her own blood that was leaking from the side of her mouth; she carried on over Chakotay's assurances. "I never told you, I. I, I love you Chakotay, never told you, I wasted all these years, I'm sorry. Love you, good bye." She started to cry as Chakotay's grip tightened on her hand.
"Don't you say good bye, I can't lose you. I love you Kathryn. I love you." He cried as she whispered
"Good bye!" again.
"No, I won't lose you, keep fighting, you'll be ok we'll fight together! Don't leave me, don't leave me!" he screamed the last sentence when her eyes closed.
"Commander I must ask you to step back from the surgical bay; Mr Paris and I will have perform extensive surgery on the captain." The Doctor's calm voice penetrated Chakotay's agony.
"She'll live won't she? Don't let her die!" Chakotay grasped at any sign of hope.
"Commander, we will do our best, but she lost a lot of blood in a very short space of time and she isn't breathing, which I can't fix until I repair her ribs. I believe I can heal her physical injuries, but her brain has been deprived of oxygen there's no certainty that she will wake up!" They tried to explain whilst leading Chakotay to his office. "Chakotay, I will do my best, so try not to worry, I don't want another patient." He almost felt like shaking the distraught commander.
The Doctor walked back over to Tom (who had just flew in through the doors) in the surgical bay and they erected a privacy screen around it, depriving Chakotay of seeing his Kathryn's bloodied, battered and crushed body. Chakotay fell backwards and landed in a chair. He put his head in his violently shaking hands and thought back over the last month. Kathryn had finally opened up to him and let him see more of Kathryn. He thought fondly of when they had had dinner and dancing and how their relationship flourished. He remembered joyfully the peace and contentment he felt when Kathryn woke up in his arms and accepted the relationship instead of pretending it wasn't there. His thoughts moved on to the rough patch they had gone through when they discovered Seven's simulation of him. He was unnerved by it and still avoided Seven wherever possible. She had been worried, not about her relationship with Chakotay, but with her relationship with seven. Seven had been embarrassed about the discovery of her holoprogram and was now uncomfortable around Kathryn, they had resolved it but not before tears were shed. It had been a trouble some period but in the end managed to bring Kathryn and Chakotay closer together in their love. When Admiral Janeway had turned up everything had been turned upside down, Kathryn and Chakotay hardly gad any time alone. The admiral had given her life to help them and it hadn't worked, he wondered how the crew would deal with this, how Kathryn would deal with it. He looked up from his palms and realised he had been thinking for hours.
3 hours and a lot of 'pass the osteo regenerator', 'she's bleeding out again' and 'administer that hypo spray' later, the Doctor and Tom, bathed in blood, emerged from behind the privacy screen, not bothering to remove it. Tom gave Chakotay a weak smile and nod and then left. The Doctor came over to Chakotay where he battled through thoughts of 'she's brain-dead, she's dead, she's in a coma', and managed to stand up.
"Doctor, how is she? Is she alive? Will she ever wake up?"
"Commander, please slow down. The surgery was long and arduous but we have healed most of her physical injuries. I believe that she will wake up, but I'm not sure when. She suffered a fractured pelvis, crushed both her femurs, with deep cuts on her thighs. The beam broke 5 of her ribs, 2 of which punctured her left lung. We have given her blood transfusions as she lost a significant amount of blood. We tried to keep the surgery as short as possible; we will take her back in tomorrow to finish the superficial surgery. We healed what we could, but the beam hit her spine causing two shattered vertebrae and a lot of damage and bruising to her spinal cord. I repaired it as best I could, but despite our efforts, it has left her paralysed from the pelvis down. I'm very sorry. It may improve with time, but it is doubtful. You can sit with her for a while if you'd like." The Doctor tried to explain and reassure the Commander with little success as Chakotay sat open mouthed before he broke down into tears not trying to hide them from the hologram.
"I know it's hard, and I know I'm just a set of sub routines, but I'm still very upset and disturbed by this." The Doctor tried to comfort the big man sobbing in front of him. Shakily Chakotay stood and hurried to Kathryn's side. The Doctor busied himself in his office as Chakotay sat in the chair by the bedside and took her small ivory hand in his two large bronze ones. He whispered into her ear as he stroked her hand. He sat for 2 hours like that until he fell asleep with his head on Kathryn's hand.
A/N; I won't update if I don't get enough reviews. I'm not awkward but I need to know if people actually read the story and like or else there's no point in posting it.
