Trip had been waiting for what seemed like days. His arm had been tended to and was in a sling. He couldn't sleep, eat or function properly until he knew the outcome of how Jorna was doing. Finally, two hours after the fight had ended, Phlox called him down to sick bay.

He ran down. The captain was already there, talking to Phlox. He couldn't see her bed. What had happened to her?

They looked up, saw Trip and led him to her bed. She looked like she was dead. Phlox stared speaking.

"She woke up about a hour ago, but I insisted she sleep. She has been sleeping ever since. Her life signs are going back to normal. She will be fine."

"Are you sure?" Trip asked.

"Yes. Just don't let her work for a while."

"Thank goodness, she's ok."

"I will need to speak to her about when she came down," Archer said.

"Did you order her not to?" Trip asked.

"No, but..."

"Then she didn't break any orders," Phlox said, smiling. "Now, if you please, I will call both of you when she awakens. Go, go, shoo." They both left, Archer smiling about what the doctor said and Trip relieved that Jorna had lived.