~*~Disclaimer=me no own!~*~ I am well aware over the past two chapters I've
turned Malcolm into an emotional yo-yo but I don't care! It's fun! Lol, not
going insane don't worry! TLI, great minds think alike! Either that or you
understand the great British sarcasm-more than some people I could mention
who wouldn't know sarcasm if it leapt up and bit them in the......I'll shut
up now~*~
*Right, so here's the situation:
I think I'm on Enterprise although it could be a simulation because those stupid effing bastards showed me the footage of Enterprise exploding!
No wait, calm, just need to think things through.
They lied, they must've lied must've forged that footage and I bought it because I was weak and stupid!
So what am I gonna do?
Well, maybe I should start talking.
No my throat hurts too much for that.
Maybe everybody hates me, after all it's my own stupidity that got me in this mess in the first place, I'm a disgrace.*
As the doors opened Malcolm gave one last ditch attempt to heave himself into a sitting position-it worked but it cause him to cough violently for a moment.
"Hello Malcolm," said Archer coming forward. "How're you feeling?"
*I swear the next person to ask me that will die a slow and painful death! The answer is obvious! Did all these people graduate from the school of stupidity?!*
Phlox brought over a chair and Archer sat down.
"The Doctor tells me you're on the mend, but you're not talking anymore," he continued, holding eye-contact with him.
*Just leave me alone!*
"He also informed me you've been talking in your sleep. He says that you seem to think that the Enterprise has been destroyed and you feel it's your fault," Archer ended. "Is this true?"
Malcolm looked away.
*So now you talk in your sleep! Isn't that just bloody marvellous! Note to self=never fall asleep!*
"I assure you Malcolm we're all quite real, we didn't die, it was just a ploy the Jennerns used," Archer explained.
"Doesn't change anything," Malcolm rasped.
"What do you mean?" Archer asked.
*Should I tell him? Or should I just pretend I'm fine? No. I've done too much pretending, he wants to know? Fine, let him know.*
He summed up all his energy and took a deep breath.
"I failed," he began simply. "I failed everybody. I knew I was sick and yet I refused to admit it, didn't want to admit the great Malcolm Reed would be the only person to succumb to a bloody cold virus again!"
He paused a moment coughing.
"Trip knew, he tried to subtly make me go to sickbay" Malcolm continued. "But no! I knew better! I thought I could handle it!"
He coughed more violently and had to wait a few seconds.
"So I toddle off down to the planet, the Jennerns see me and they decide to use me for a biological weapon! So then I'm turned into a human guinea pig, thinking everybody I care about is dead! So as you can imagine I have good reason to feel guilty! Like I've betrayed people-because I have!!!!!" He ended.
He began coughing so violently he vomited all over the floor.
"Captain, I'm going to have to ask you to leave!" said Phlox hurrying over.
Malcolm fell weakly back down.
*Well, now you feel like shite and you've added insubordination to your list of things to feel guilty about-fan-bloody-tastic! Why don't we just go round insulting everybody? You are so bloody stupid sometimes! I mean Jesus Christ do you have World's biggest prat tattooed on your forehead or something?*
"It's not your fault Malcolm," Archer told him. "None of this is your fault,"
As Malcolm started coughing again Phlox turned to Archer.
"Captain, please leave, you're upsetting him!" He ordered.
Archer nodded and backed off.
"Malcolm, why don't you try sleeping?" Phlox suggested.
"No! I can't sleep! I don't want to dream again!" Malcolm cried. "I can't! I can't take it anymore!"
"I can give you something that will put you in a deep sleep," Phlox tried. "Where you won't dream but you need to calm down."
*He thinks this isn't calm? He ain't seen nothing yet!*
His grasp on reality began to slip as Phlox administered a sedative.
*Bugger*
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*Right, so here's the situation:
I think I'm on Enterprise although it could be a simulation because those stupid effing bastards showed me the footage of Enterprise exploding!
No wait, calm, just need to think things through.
They lied, they must've lied must've forged that footage and I bought it because I was weak and stupid!
So what am I gonna do?
Well, maybe I should start talking.
No my throat hurts too much for that.
Maybe everybody hates me, after all it's my own stupidity that got me in this mess in the first place, I'm a disgrace.*
As the doors opened Malcolm gave one last ditch attempt to heave himself into a sitting position-it worked but it cause him to cough violently for a moment.
"Hello Malcolm," said Archer coming forward. "How're you feeling?"
*I swear the next person to ask me that will die a slow and painful death! The answer is obvious! Did all these people graduate from the school of stupidity?!*
Phlox brought over a chair and Archer sat down.
"The Doctor tells me you're on the mend, but you're not talking anymore," he continued, holding eye-contact with him.
*Just leave me alone!*
"He also informed me you've been talking in your sleep. He says that you seem to think that the Enterprise has been destroyed and you feel it's your fault," Archer ended. "Is this true?"
Malcolm looked away.
*So now you talk in your sleep! Isn't that just bloody marvellous! Note to self=never fall asleep!*
"I assure you Malcolm we're all quite real, we didn't die, it was just a ploy the Jennerns used," Archer explained.
"Doesn't change anything," Malcolm rasped.
"What do you mean?" Archer asked.
*Should I tell him? Or should I just pretend I'm fine? No. I've done too much pretending, he wants to know? Fine, let him know.*
He summed up all his energy and took a deep breath.
"I failed," he began simply. "I failed everybody. I knew I was sick and yet I refused to admit it, didn't want to admit the great Malcolm Reed would be the only person to succumb to a bloody cold virus again!"
He paused a moment coughing.
"Trip knew, he tried to subtly make me go to sickbay" Malcolm continued. "But no! I knew better! I thought I could handle it!"
He coughed more violently and had to wait a few seconds.
"So I toddle off down to the planet, the Jennerns see me and they decide to use me for a biological weapon! So then I'm turned into a human guinea pig, thinking everybody I care about is dead! So as you can imagine I have good reason to feel guilty! Like I've betrayed people-because I have!!!!!" He ended.
He began coughing so violently he vomited all over the floor.
"Captain, I'm going to have to ask you to leave!" said Phlox hurrying over.
Malcolm fell weakly back down.
*Well, now you feel like shite and you've added insubordination to your list of things to feel guilty about-fan-bloody-tastic! Why don't we just go round insulting everybody? You are so bloody stupid sometimes! I mean Jesus Christ do you have World's biggest prat tattooed on your forehead or something?*
"It's not your fault Malcolm," Archer told him. "None of this is your fault,"
As Malcolm started coughing again Phlox turned to Archer.
"Captain, please leave, you're upsetting him!" He ordered.
Archer nodded and backed off.
"Malcolm, why don't you try sleeping?" Phlox suggested.
"No! I can't sleep! I don't want to dream again!" Malcolm cried. "I can't! I can't take it anymore!"
"I can give you something that will put you in a deep sleep," Phlox tried. "Where you won't dream but you need to calm down."
*He thinks this isn't calm? He ain't seen nothing yet!*
His grasp on reality began to slip as Phlox administered a sedative.
*Bugger*
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