30x300 by -yannik-
DAY TWENTY FIVE
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„No. No sedatives! Please."
"You must…"
"I won't sleep. Ever again!"
"It's not for sleep."
"He's had some pretty bad nightmare at night. Chomsky couldn't wake him…"
"Crewman Pierce, please, let me work on my patient. Tom, if you don't calm down, I'll force it on you, and you really don't need that."
"Force it."
"It's not going to put you to sleep. It will only calm you down. Now will you let me? I'm asking for the last time."
Tom hesitated. And stopped resisting.
A hiss and he felt much calmer immediately. Drained of all emotions would be a better expression. He knew that feeling already, hard to imagine he felt that way, without any aids, just a few days before.
The Captain entered the brig. Ah! So that's what it was about! The Doctor left, the guard backed off, pretending invisible. She sat beside him.
"So. You're scared of me now. You need me sedated, to talk to me" he stated, before she said anything.
"Do you blame me? And believe me I'm not scared for myself, but for you."
"Oh, so now you're afraid that I might kill myself?"
"Tom…"
"You weren't afraid of that when you sentenced me to thirty days in solitary."
"I'm not going to explain my decision…"
"Oh, c'mon Kathy!"
"Now you're crossing the line."
"I'm crossing the line? Didn't you cross the line, Kathy? Didn't you…"
"Now listen to me Tom Paris. If you don't change your attitude right now, I'm going to leave that brig. None of us wants that, right? I'll stay and talk to you, but it will be like two civilized people, or not at all. Your choice."
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t.b.c.