Eventually, she moaned and looked at him with glazed eyes.
"We have got to go," he insisted. Putting his shoulder under her arm, he strained to lift her up. Still being mostly unconscious, she didn't help. The strain on his muscles, the pain of his injuries, and the ache of his body made the lifting even harder. "This is the last time I trust you as a travel agent."
"Huh?" Her eyes were still crossed and glazed.
"You have to help me a little!" He urged. Still mostly on her knees, and more out of reflex than actual though, she weakly moved her legs forward. With that help, he was able to pick her up. The two staggered down the hallway and to the lift. By then, T'osa had enough presence of mind to operate it. Once the lift was moving, they both collaped to the floor. Kirk's side was killing him. From within his suit, he could feel dampness and suspected he had defintely torn some of his stitches. That will be fun to explain, he thought.
"Stephen," she whispered, "I am so sorry." Her mind now becoming clear, she could remember everything that had happened. She couldn't see his face, but by his body movements, she could tell he was in pain. T'osa had hoped to run into the guards, but with her present. Then, she would have been able to help, at least subtly. Encountering two pairs of guards, without her as a backup, was not in the plan. A wave of guilt washed over her. She asked for his trust. She asked for his help in the name of trust. That trust almost got them both killed... and it wasn't over yet. She had gotten what she wanted, and she was able to use him as a pawn to get it. By romulan standards, she should have been proud. Why did she feel so horrible?
"Did you get what you needed?" He asked her through deep breaths.
She nodded. That question stirred her memory yet again.
"Who altered the logs?"
"Movaare, the head of my department," she said slowly. He was also her mentor. He had specifically requested she join his department five years ago. If he was part of this; then was this the true patriotic thing to do? Could she have been wrong to be blindly obedient to her government? Her body hurt, her mind was numb, and her soul ached with guilt. Yet another realization hit her as her eyes bulged. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed as she frantically rummaged through her pockets.
"What?" Kirk asked as the lift doors opened.
She pulled out her timer. She looked, then rested her head back against the wall. She then turned the timer to face Stephen. "We're three minutes too late."