The moment I opened my heavy eyes, I groaned in pain. My body felt like it weighed a ton and my head felt fuzzy like it was floating. Not to mention my wounds still throbbed like a bitch. Overall I felt like crap.
I weakly lifted my head to see that the room was empty, which I was glad for. I don't need an over reacting Bones stabbing me with medicine. I pushed away my thoughts about what happened before I passed out. I guess I didn't die.
I swung my legs over the floating bed and the smell of antiseptic washed over me. I'll never get used to the odor of Medbay. I gave a quick glance to see that I was in the too familiar private medical room that rests right next to Bone's office. I've been here countless times, from missions gone wrong to when I got the flu.
Feeling anxious to get out of here, I hopped off my bed to collapse on to the floor. My wobbly legs did nothing to support my heavy body. My wounds instantly ached, which I did my best to ignore.
Okay things aren't turning out for me so far. I just wish I wasn't so weak. I don't know what crap the leader did to my head, but I feel different. Maybe, I'm just exhausted from the fight.
Feeling even more hopeless, I stood up more ready. My blood instantly rushed to my head, leaving me with the worst headache I've ever had. I'm pretty sure my vision went blank for a couple seconds. Using the counters and whatever I could find, I made my way out the door.
The lights in the hallway were slightly dimmed which meant everyone, including Bones, was asleep. Once I saw that the hallways were clear, I made a quick exit.
I followed the hallway to the main room which contained sleeping patients and a nurse.
She looked up at me a little confused, "Did Doctor McCoy clear you?"
"Yeah, but I must admit it took some convincing," I gave her my charming smile.
She scanned me with doubtful eyes, but continued working. I let out a small exhale that I was holding and sauntered out into the halls of the Enterprise.
The bright lights strained my eyes catching me off guard. My head pounded and my senses dulled. I thought that I was going to pass out, but I kept moving forward. To where, I had no idea.
I guess I should go to my room, but it's on the whole other side of the ship and I don't think my body can handle that. I can't go to the bridge because of course Spock will just Vulcan pinch the living crap out of me and drag me back to an angry Bones. I just need to get away and not have to worry about getting drugged.
Who can I trust? Scotty.
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After a bunch of weird looks and people asking me if I was okay, I made it to the engineering room. Surprisingly not many people were there. With my blurry vision I managed to make my way through engineering and into an empty room. This place is always empty.
It's supposed to be a conference room, but I come here for peace and quiet. I leave the lights off and close the door. My headache lessens slightly and I plop down in one of the chairs feeling burned out.
Well, there goes talking to Scotty. I thought I was up to it. I just need to gather my thoughts. I have no idea what the day is, let alone the time.
I observed the silent room to escape my cluttered thoughts. In the middle of the room is a long table that has 10 chairs surrounding it. The room is a bit old fashioned with the wood theme and cheap chairs, but it's roomy. This place doesn't even have a screen and you have to turn a knob to get in. My eyes follow the long table to the darkest part of the room.
My heart suddenly drops when I see a man standing in the shadows. His body is covered in darkness so I can't make out his clothes or his face. He's quite tall and might I add…creepy.
I jump out of my chair in a hurry. He doesn't even flinch. I wouldn't be so concerned if he actually looked like he was breathing.
"James…" His deep voice swallowed the very essence of my mind. Nobody called me James.
I take a few cautious steps backwards with my eyes trained on him, "Who are you," I asked not liking the way my voice sounded.
My hand gripped the door handle ready to leave with my eyes still on him.
He whispered something indecipherable and the whole room seemed to grow darker. My heart thudded like a hammer and I could feel my breath quicken. This is not happening again.
The desperation of air enveloped me and I ran out the door. My lungs grew hungry for air I didn't have like last time. No…no…no!
The piercing lights blinded me and I threw my arms up to protect my eyes from my throbbing headache.
To prove how lucky I am, I could see Spock walking towards me. I didn't even get a chance to take a step away from the menacing door.
I hung my head down pretending not to see him while trying to ease my panic attack in my lungs. Just keep on walking. He'll leave you alone.
I almost jumped when I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. Okay I wasn't as smooth as I thought.
"It is okay Jim, just breathe," Spock's soothing voice stated.
I was expecting him to Vulcan pinch me when I turned to face him, but he stayed stoic. Knowing that he wasn't going to pinch me, made me feel a bit better. I only started to freak out when I saw a dark shadow lurk behind him.
Even though the lights were bright, I still couldn't see that shadow's face. The area around it became cold and gloomy. My eyes widened in pure fear.
My quick breaths became sharp raspy breaths. I almost didn't notice Spock's look of concern. He glanced behind him expecting to see something crazy. He obviously didn't see the creepy being by the look he's giving me. God, he's staring at me like I'm insane.
"James…Kirk…" The horrifying figure whispered breathlessly.
Only then, did I turn on my heels and sprinted the other direction. I couldn't tell if Spock was following me. I didn't really care. I just need to get away from whatever that was.
Holy shit! I'm going crazy!
My weak leg stung, but I pushed past the pain. The thoughts of it chasing me alone, made me run faster. Nothing burned more than the reality of dying to me. I haven't even comprehended the unknown and I'm definitely not ready to die. If I'm going to it's going to be heroic, like my dad's death.
Okay these thoughts are only making my anxiety attack worse. All you have to do is get somewhere safe, maybe your room. I can't believe I'm saying this but the only place I really want to go was anywhere but this ship.
By the time I made it to the door of my room, I was winded. The doors slid open too slow for my racing thoughts. When I tried to even out my rapid breaths, the desperation for air hit me all at once. Only then, did I realize where I must go.
Author's note: Sorry for the late update (I've been super busy with school)! I look at the reviews to see if I'm going to do another chapter, so PLEASE REVIEW! I just watched Star Trek Into Darkness. Amazing movie! Tell me what you thought of the movie, good or bad!
-SamWinchester23