Dead Tired

Trip woke up with a smile, still in the same position as he fell asleep in, and still with T'Pol in his arms.

She'd fallen asleep before him. T'Pol was worn out physically and emotionally. Her breathing was so quiet that Trip couldn't hear her. Sleeping comfortably no doubt.

Trip rolled over to check T'Pol's clock and it was 0800 hours. Time for work in half an hour, but he needed to get T'Pol to Doctor Phlox to fix her up. Despite his efforts, Trip couldn't clear up all of her cuts and her bruises were still large.

Shaking her gently, trip whispered, "T'Pol, honey, time to wake up."

T'Pol didn't move and Trip peered over her body to glance at her face. Although T'Pol wasn't known to be particularly tanned, her face was a ghostly white.

"T'Pol!" trip shook her more violently. Still nothing. Trip turned T'Pol onto her back and put her hand near her nose. She wasn't breathing.

"Crap!" Trip swore.

Picking T'Pol up, he rushed her to sickbay. Running through the corridors, Trip was breathing heavily. He sprinted through Sickbay's automatic doors with an unconscious T'Pol in his arms.

"Phlox!" Trip yelled whilst placing T'Pol on a medical bed. Coming out of his office, Doctor Phlox saw Trip and T'Pol. "What happened?"

Phlox spring into action, but Trip wouldn't leave her side.

"I woke up and she wasn't breathing." Trip shouted. Obviously he didn't cope well under pressure. Phlox was loading her into the full body scanner.

"What can I do?" Trip asked, very frustrated.

"At the moment, I need you to leave." Phlox pushed Trip out of Sickbay.

"Dammit!" Trip shouted and punched the wall.