30x300 by -yannik-
DAY THREE
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"Couldn't you get me something else? You know I hate leola root!"
Neelix rose his eyes this time. And then he timidly looked behind his back, at the guard.
"But it's nutritious" he answer barely above a whisper. "It has proteins, sugars…"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll eat it, I don't have much choice, do I? But you know what? I'm going crazy here! I need… something."
"If I could help…" Talaxian's honest support was comforting, but the man eyed the guard again. Tom doubted the morale officer felt morale enough to really do something.
"Well, you could ask her if I could use some holodeck once in a while. It would ba a great relief."
"Her? The Captain?"
"Uh-uh" for some reason that word wouldn't get out of Tom's mouth. The Captain. "Or a Padd at least. Something to keep me busy. There's nothing about toys in the rules of solitary…"
"Must I remind you?" Chomsky interrupted suddenly. "No nonessential talk to the prisoner."
"Yes, yes. I'm leaving already" Neelix turned hastily, but then he hesitated, and looked back at Tom. "I'll talk to her" he whispered and left. Well, it was better than nothing.
Tom poked his fork in the stew. It was ugly, but hunger won him over, and the platter was empty soon.
What else was there to do?
Boredom. Tom sincerely hoped he had some holodeck privileges. He could be there alone, no problem. After all that was what solitary confinement was about. Being alone. Oh, he hated that! He missed his crewmates so much already…
He had to stop thinking about this!
He got up and started measuring his cell again. But he knew those dimensions! Maybe he should start walking the walls?
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