30x300 by -yannik-
DAY TWENTY THREE
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"You know something, Bruno? It's actually good that you're not breathing. You'd use half of the air, and this way I have more of it. The environmentals are crashing. We'll all choke soon. If I only knew the way to open that damned hatch! See, I can't get us out, because the computer is just going crazy every time I get near. It keeps shouting warnings, and it even shocked me once. Damn it hurt." Tom looked at his burned hand. "Besides I don't even have the strength to move the lever anymore. I can't breathe. I don't know if that's the lack of air, or if there's something wrong with my lungs. When I'm thinking clearly I think it's lungs. Probably broken ribs. Did you have broken ribs too? Did it hurt to die? Damn it, I don't even know when you're dead, and when you're still talking to me!"
"Mister Paris? Tom?"
"Oh, there! You see? Now you're talking."
"Ensign Paris!"
"Hey, I'm not ensign yet, Bruno! Don't mock me alright? Isn't that enough that you pretend you died?"
"Tom? Wake up!"
Tom woke up. Bruno wasn't there. He looked around. He wasn't on that wretched shuttle. He was in a brig on Voyager. But who was calling him?
"Tom?"
He looked up.
Captain!
He couldn't believe that. Captain herself was standing behind the forcefield.
"Tom, I came to talk to you…"
What for? What for, you bitch! He closed his eyes, and turned on his side, his back to her.
"Tom? Tom, please." Silence. Long moment of silence. "Alright then." Soft footsteps.
No!
No! Come back! He jumped upright, and run towards the forcefield, but she was already out the entrance.
Nooo!
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