CHAPTER FOUR
Picard woke in Sickbay, with one hell of a headache and no memory of a battle with another ship.
He tried to ask what had happened, and why the Enterprise had been shaking so violently, but all he managed was a low moan.
Dr. Crusher's new medical assistant, a Vulcan named Zakal, came over to check on the captain's vital signs. He ran a mediscanner over Picard, checked the results, and handed it to another doctor.
"How are you feeling, Captain?" It was more of a statement than a question.
Picard's throat felt like it was coated with sandpaper, but he managed to choke out, "I'd like some water."
Zakal nodded, ordered a glass of water from the replicator, and brought it back to Picard, who'd managed to sit up, although his muscles felt like jelly.
"Drink it slowly, sir. You sustained serious damage to your esophagus, stomach, and one of your optical nerves. The damage to your esophagus and stomach has been repaired, but you now have an artificial eye. The stress to your body may have aftereffects." Zakal spoke slowly, enunciating carefully to make sure Picard understood.
Picard only heard the first three words Zakal said clearly, but heard "serious damage", "nerve" "esophagus and stomach" "artificial" and "stress" as he would if Zakal were hundreds of yards away.
He took a gulp of the water, and the world swam before him. He dropped back down onto the bed, his headache worse than ever.
"My head.hurts.too. Anything for that?" Picard's thoughts were blurred.
Zakal picked up a medical hypo (spray thingy, I don't know what to call them) and injected the medicine into a vein in his neck. Within seconds, his headache was gone, and he drained the rest if the water in one gulp.
With his thirst slaked and headache gone, Picard's mind cleared.
He sat up quickly. "Zakal, what happened to the Enterprise?"
"We went through a minefield, set by the Romulans. The ship's hull sustained minor damage, now fixed. Sir."
Picard nodded. "That explains it. But you also said something about.damage to my esophagus?"
Zakal showed the closest thing to irritation a Vulcan ever would. "Yes, sir. When you were thrown from the turbolift into Lieutenant Worf's computer console, your esophagus, stomach and one of your optical nerves were damaged. Your esophagus and stomach have been repaired, but you now have an artificial eye."
"Fine. Is it medically safe for me to go to the Bridge?"
"Completely."
"Then I'll go."
Picard left Sickbay, and returned to the Bridge.
A/N I'm not that good at long chapters, so I write loads of short ones!
Picard woke in Sickbay, with one hell of a headache and no memory of a battle with another ship.
He tried to ask what had happened, and why the Enterprise had been shaking so violently, but all he managed was a low moan.
Dr. Crusher's new medical assistant, a Vulcan named Zakal, came over to check on the captain's vital signs. He ran a mediscanner over Picard, checked the results, and handed it to another doctor.
"How are you feeling, Captain?" It was more of a statement than a question.
Picard's throat felt like it was coated with sandpaper, but he managed to choke out, "I'd like some water."
Zakal nodded, ordered a glass of water from the replicator, and brought it back to Picard, who'd managed to sit up, although his muscles felt like jelly.
"Drink it slowly, sir. You sustained serious damage to your esophagus, stomach, and one of your optical nerves. The damage to your esophagus and stomach has been repaired, but you now have an artificial eye. The stress to your body may have aftereffects." Zakal spoke slowly, enunciating carefully to make sure Picard understood.
Picard only heard the first three words Zakal said clearly, but heard "serious damage", "nerve" "esophagus and stomach" "artificial" and "stress" as he would if Zakal were hundreds of yards away.
He took a gulp of the water, and the world swam before him. He dropped back down onto the bed, his headache worse than ever.
"My head.hurts.too. Anything for that?" Picard's thoughts were blurred.
Zakal picked up a medical hypo (spray thingy, I don't know what to call them) and injected the medicine into a vein in his neck. Within seconds, his headache was gone, and he drained the rest if the water in one gulp.
With his thirst slaked and headache gone, Picard's mind cleared.
He sat up quickly. "Zakal, what happened to the Enterprise?"
"We went through a minefield, set by the Romulans. The ship's hull sustained minor damage, now fixed. Sir."
Picard nodded. "That explains it. But you also said something about.damage to my esophagus?"
Zakal showed the closest thing to irritation a Vulcan ever would. "Yes, sir. When you were thrown from the turbolift into Lieutenant Worf's computer console, your esophagus, stomach and one of your optical nerves were damaged. Your esophagus and stomach have been repaired, but you now have an artificial eye."
"Fine. Is it medically safe for me to go to the Bridge?"
"Completely."
"Then I'll go."
Picard left Sickbay, and returned to the Bridge.
A/N I'm not that good at long chapters, so I write loads of short ones!