Author's notes: Yep I'm posting another chapter for you. I might be a little mean with my characters .
Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own nor have had any input in this series that started a cultural movement. I'm just a huge fan that got inspiration from another artist.
Serena didn't really understand why they had wanted a doctor's information first with the question's they asked. They had hooked her up to something and whenever she didn't give an answer they wanted her body filled with tremendous pain like she was being burned alive. A few times the questioner got annoyed enough to resort to physical violence like slapping her. And while they threatened to break her hand they never made a move for it. Serena was only fresh from Starfleet Academy and as a junior grade lieutenant she really didn't know much information beyond her trade. This lack of information was what they usually tortured her for, sometimes just out of annoyance with her ignorance. She wanted to pass out, wanted to end the questioning when they finally untied her and dragged her out again. She thought she was going back to the cell but instead she was thrown into a room. Scrambling on the dirt floor she looked up. In front of her was a room of what seemed to be sick and wounded Romulans. "You will treat them." The main interrogator said as he tossed her the med pack she had brought. Serena stood up on shaky legs and stared around the room.
Her eyes went back to her tormenter and she glared at him. "Will you allow me to treat the prisoner's as well? Some of them won't survive unless given proper medical attention." That earned her a hit that forced her to her knees. "You will do this or we will kill them." The Romulan spat. Serena forced herself up again. "They will die anyways." She said through clenched teeth. She needed the medication for the two informants; they had been in the most need. "Even your Vulcan friend? He seemed to be doing just fine. How his interrogation goes will depend on your work today." With that the interrogator left and Serena was left in the room with guards having lost all bargaining chips.
It was hours later when she was finally dragged back into the cell. Spock had been sitting against the wall but quickly got up when the door opened and Serena was shoved into the cell. Spock caught her as she stumbled in and held her firm against him expecting them to lock up and leave. Instead they pulled him away from her and bashed him in the head when he struggled. Spock was dragged out as Serena was held at a distance by one of the guards. She was shoved back as the guard made to move. The interrogator walked in with a box of what looked to be crude medical supplies. "Change of plans, this is for your friends and Mr. Spock's treatment will be back to normal. Besides I have something special for your Vulcan friend." He said as he threw the box on the ground and locked the door. Serena ran to the bars and shouted after him. "Please don't! I'll do whatever you need me to do! Please!" But the Romulan didn't respond.
Serena crumbled to the floor, her injuries and pain were throbbing through her but all she could think of was Spock being in the same interrogating room and suffering. A groan behind her brought her from her downward spiral and she quickly collected the objects that had been strewn on the floor and went over to her two patients. She treated both of them; the male was now waking up. She had to calm him which had been difficult. He had even shoved her away from him with enough force to slam her into a wall. Her earlier interrogation had done a number on her and the jolt and pain of her head hitting the wall caused her to vomit. The male seemed to calm at that and moved to her side, apologizing profusely. It took her a moment to gather herself together again but when she did she explained what had happened and what she had done for the woman so far.
"My name is Sharick, and she is Dalera. We are from a colony near the Neutral Zone. There had been reports of outbases being destroyed by a bird of prey but we never expected one to come out as far as our base and not just attack but take hostages. We were hostages for 3 months before we found a way to escape. I don't believe these Romulans are a part of a fleet. From what we had heard during our captivity this group is a separate group experimenting on something. I don't really know their purpose. They don't tell us anything." Sharick explained as Serena finished checking up on Dalera again. "That's not surprising; they are the interrogators if they informed us they would be failing in their job." Serena noted as she sat back and leaned against the wall. Her head pounded as well as her cheek. The medic in her told her she probably had a fractured cheekbone.
It had been hours since Spock had been taken and each moment that ticked by made her feel like puking all the more. A part of her told her that was more her physical state then mental but just the thought of what Spock was going through made her want to pull her hair out in frustration. While her mind was being tortured with the slow crawl of time her body was still, simply staring out the cell doors. Sharick stayed by Dalera's side not bothering to talk to her. When sound came from outside the cells Serena stood up praying they were bringing Spock back. To her delight and horror they had indeed brought him in. Just as he had done for her Serena caught him as they threw him in the cell, this time they took Sharick out but he didn't struggle and Serena was barely keeping ahold of Spock. "He has a concussion and won't survive much." She called out after them hoping they would heed her medical advice. Sharick just smiled at her as he walked between two guards. Serena felt so useless; she had been unable to do anything to protect those around her.
Lowering Spock to the ground she turned him over and bent down over his chest to see if he was still breathing. Spock's body was so still but with her head pressed against his chest she could hear his heartbeat. Serena treated what she could with what was left from her supplies but he was surprisingly unharmed which lead her to believe they had attacked him mentally. There was nothing worse than mental attacks for Vulcans. The few physical wounds were far more severe than the few punches she had received, including what looked like a stab through the hand. Serena wanted to curse them, to claw their eyes out but she cleaned the wound and bandaged it. Green blood was over her clothes when she was done. She put her hands on either side of his face as she scanned his unconscious face. "There's nothing else I can do Spock." She said mostly to herself. "I don't know what else to do…I can't treat mental attacks…" A tear slid down her cheek as she realized just how hopeless this was.
She finally succumbed to her desperation as she bent down and cried into his chest. "What good am I if I cannot fix this? How can I call myself a doctor if I cannot heal?" she cried out quietly as her hands fisted his shirt. A hand brushed over her hair and she jolted up. Spock's eyes were opened, if at least halfway. He looked like he was trying to talk but couldn't Serena caught the hand that had reached out for her. "It's ok Spock. You're here. You don't need to speak. Just rest." She bent her head over the hand she held. "Please rest." She said almost pleading. The hand she held opened and she released it as his fingertips brushed down the side of her face. She felt her skin tingle as his fingertips brushed across it. "I will be alright" came a soft yet strained whisper in her mind. Her eyes widened but then she smiled at him. "Yes…yes you will." She said her hand brushing over his again. "Now please rest. I will be here." With that he closed his eyes, his hand still in hers. His body stilled and he almost looked like a corpse but she knew enough about Vulcans to know that this was merely a trance like state they used to heal themselves. Even so it unnerved her but she held onto his hand to remind her he was still alive.
When Sharick was brought in not to long later it seemed that they might've actually heeded her advice. He had been through the machine as well but he recovered faster than she had. Luckily Dalera didn't wake up until well into the night. She seemed to be mute and not even Sharick could get her to speak but in the end the two fell asleep in each other's arms. Serena stayed by Spock's side, her hand automatically found his when she was near him. In the end she laid down beside him and fell asleep. She didn't know what the next day would bring but all she could do was hold onto Spock's hand and pray the Enterprise found them.