**Another short one...but the total is pretty long. Poor sick, crazy Gene!
He'll get a longer chapter next time! Sorry to all you who were expecting
more Outlaw Star-ness...and all you got was my pirates. Enjoy. And please R
&R.**
I'd only been in the maze for one day and one night but it seemed like forever. My stomach growled, and I put my hand on it as if to silence it. It seemed to be getting continually hotter in the tunnels, but I think I just had a fever. I now wore nothing but my pants that I had rolled up and my cloak that I wearily dragged behind me. All the rest of my stuff I had gradually discarded along the expanse of the labyrinth due to necessity. I walked somewhat further, then collapsed to the floor, and pulled on my cloak like a blanket. It was time to rest for today, or at least my warped concept of how long a day was.
As I lay there with my back to the cool steel, I stared up at its twin. I felt my increased body heat even more and tears began to well up at the outside corners of my eyes. I didn't have the energy to spare crying, but I did anyway. I was sick, depressed and utterly alone. I had to get out of here soon, even if it killed me. At least I'd die a free man. Dying? I don't want to die not from this anyway...ugh, what am I thinking, I must be delusional from my fever? My head was spinning and closing my eyes didn't seem to help. As my mind swirled with heat, despondency and confusion, I felt silent, hot tears curve over my flushed cheeks and drop on to the metal beneath me. "God this vacation sucks...." I mumbled as I finally fell asleep from the exhaustion.
**Next time: Advances in the sickbay and emotions running high...how will they all cope?**
I'd only been in the maze for one day and one night but it seemed like forever. My stomach growled, and I put my hand on it as if to silence it. It seemed to be getting continually hotter in the tunnels, but I think I just had a fever. I now wore nothing but my pants that I had rolled up and my cloak that I wearily dragged behind me. All the rest of my stuff I had gradually discarded along the expanse of the labyrinth due to necessity. I walked somewhat further, then collapsed to the floor, and pulled on my cloak like a blanket. It was time to rest for today, or at least my warped concept of how long a day was.
As I lay there with my back to the cool steel, I stared up at its twin. I felt my increased body heat even more and tears began to well up at the outside corners of my eyes. I didn't have the energy to spare crying, but I did anyway. I was sick, depressed and utterly alone. I had to get out of here soon, even if it killed me. At least I'd die a free man. Dying? I don't want to die not from this anyway...ugh, what am I thinking, I must be delusional from my fever? My head was spinning and closing my eyes didn't seem to help. As my mind swirled with heat, despondency and confusion, I felt silent, hot tears curve over my flushed cheeks and drop on to the metal beneath me. "God this vacation sucks...." I mumbled as I finally fell asleep from the exhaustion.
**Next time: Advances in the sickbay and emotions running high...how will they all cope?**