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Chapter 5

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".and you didn't even clean up! The trays are a mess; there are empty coffee cups everywhere! We have more then 50 more people to treat and you."

Standing there, half asleep, Tom knocked back the rest of his cold coffee.

"Does he ever shut up?" Tom thought, still trying to drink from his empty cup. "Look, Doc, I'm tired," Tom continued, out loud, then looked down at his empty coffee cup, "Very tired. So I let things slip, I'm sorry. It won't happen again, but with running around treating patients, and keeping track of who has come in, no wonder I've let things slip. I've been awake for about 25 hours now. I need sleep!" "Well I guess you can have a break for a little while, but I still need some help down here-"

"Don't worry, I have just the guy. Thanks Doc, I won't forget this."

Tom raced out of sickbay before the Doctor could say anything else and when to the Turbolift.

"Paris to Kim"

"Kim here" a voice answered back. "Harry, buddy."

"What do you want Tom"

"I need you to do me a huge favor! Could you take over my Sickbay shift for a couple hours while I get some sleep?" Harry was tired, he had just worked a double shift and he was gladly accepting a nice long sleep. Tom sounded tired, much more tired then he was.

"Yeah, alright, but you own me!"

"Thanks so much Harry. Just think, big steak dinner."

Harry was just leaving the bridge at that time. He exited the turbolift on deck 5, and hardly walked into Sickbay when he heard the doctor calling out to him.

"Ah, Ensign, good of you to join us. Pick up the Tricorder and start scanning those people. They have been waiting quite a long time, and since Mr. Paris left, the patients in here have been pilling in."

"Uhh," was all that Harry actually said other then giving out diagnoses to the numerous patience's he saw. By the end of the day he was so tired he could hardly stand.

"Doc" he called but no one responded, "Doc!" he called, much louder. "What is it Mr. Kim?"

"I'm going to bed. I see if Tom is ready to take over."

"But-BUT" Harry left sickbay before then doctor could say anything.

He sighed. "That's the second time that's happened to me today!"

On his way to his quarters, Harry could hardly keep his eyes open. He had been working almost non stop since. it's been too long now. The crew was awoken from their "sleep" 3 days ago, and no one on board has gotten more then 10 hours of sleep in the whole time. Harry entered his quarters only bumping into 2 people on the way. He barely managed to get undressed and actually get into bed.

"Good," he thought, "I will have a good 4 hours sleep before I have to get up again."

He smiled at thought of actual sleep, and closed his eyes, inviting sleep to come.

Despite the late hour, the bridge was filled with repair crew, and different personal working on different jobs. Chakotay was one of the people working hard on the bridge. He was suffering from a very bad headache that had been lingering in his head for the past three days, and it wasn't getting and better.

He called out to Ensign Vorik, who was working one getting the warp core online at the Engineering station. "Any luck?"

"None, sir. It would seem that there is not enough power left on Voyager to get it running at the moment." The young Vulcan responded.

"Have you trying rerouting power from other systems?"

"I have routed energy from impulse, replicators, and used all of the emergency power, but it is not enough."

"Make it your top priority; we can't do anything until we get the warp core working."

"Aye, Sir"

Chakotay returned to is panel and continued working. "Even Vorik is worried." He mused, "Things must be worse then I thought."

With that he returned to his mindless work, intensely keeping thoughts out of his mind.

"Shields," he reminded himself, not wanting to think about anything else- Concentrating, that's how he got through each day. Just concentrating on the little things, such as shields. "Shields," his head reminded him again, pushing any other thoughts to the back of his mind.

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Harry woke, restless, and unable to get the images from his dream out of his head. Sleep had not come often to Harry lately and when it did the same disturbing dream would interrupt his sleep.

It was early morning, and Harry sat upon a large dock off a shore of a lake. Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the cool sweet air. He dipped his toes in, and the calm, cool water formed rings around them. Harry could already feel the suns hot rays starting to heat the air, and it made it even more beautiful then it already was. He lay back, staring at the sky slowly lightening. Birds lightly chirped, to welcome the morning, and the twinkling of water made Harry feel calm and relaxed. The sky seemed to be singing lightly to the trees.

"Harry" a voice softly called out. It seemed to be coming from the wind.

He looked around the lake, finding no one in sight.

"Harry" the voice called again, this time from right behind him. Harry turned to find nothing there.

Suddenly, the sky started to darken and rain started to fall hard.

"HARRY!" it called out more urgently.

Harry looked around trying to find the person in distress, "Where are you? I'm trying to find you!"

The storm grew heavier and Harry was forced to start to make his way back to the house. He heard the voice again, "Help me, Harry, Help!"

"I'm trying!" He tried to call out but his mouth wouldn't work, and he was left paralyzed on the dock, no closer to his home or the voice then he was before.

"Harry." It was right above him and he tried to open his eyes but the water was to hard to keep them open very long.

"Harry" He couldn't move, and the rain kept getting harder.

He never got past that point, and never found out whom the voice belonged to, even though it was strangely familiar. He shook it off and returned to his sleep, hoping the dream wouldn't return.
No one came back. After talking- bonding with these people, who had saved her life, they were just gone. Rebbeca sat on her bed, quietly, just wishing the hours would pass quicker, and she wouldn't even move to get food or water. She hardly noticed that there was no one left in the cell, but driven with confusion and sadness that she just assumed that they were never really there.

Her mind was jumbled and confused, still filled with sad images of her family. Rebbeca ran over to the small basin of water and threw towards the force field.

"I hate you!" she yelled while running at full speed against the force field. Finally she blacked out, forgetting all of her misery.

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