Tucker's Perspective:
The blinding light assailed vision, brightness increased tenfold for his bleary eyes. He shut them tight instinctively, waiting for the spots under his lids to dissipate before slowly blinking them back up.
Trip groaned, shrugging his shoulders while shifting his legs underneath the thin metallic blanket that covered him.
Well, at least there wasn't pain, just, stiffness.
With a speed cruel to sentient life, he inch by inch shuffled around the bio-bed, swinging his legs over the side.
First things first, he needed to-
A loud crack in his spine startled the engineer, having not even noticed the tension that built up while he was off having beauty sleep, and who knows what the crew had been forced to deal with.
Hess had better not have finished those system inspections.
With that thought in mind, and others less personally motivated, he slid himself onto the numb feet that had yet to waken. His legs wobbled slightly, but with a fiery resolve he quelled the unwanted movement, demanding of himself the balance that was necessary.
A clatter of feet resounded through sickbay, causing Trip to whip his head in their direction, searching for the possible threat. He wasn't sure why he felt so, jumpy? No, no that wasn't it, he just felt odd.
Yeah, odd, weird, whatever, all he knew was that it definitely wasn't normal.
T'pol?
Wait, why was he thinking about her? There had been that dream, he shivered, that, had not been a dream, it was a nightmare. At least, right up until the end, but then there was the pain, like a thousand volts just coursing through him.
Shaking his head clear of all the confusion, he would figure it out later, that he promised himself.
On the other hand, it was probably whatever drugs Phlox had pumped into him, no doubt he'd be a little woozy for a few days to come.
Screw it, I'm not lying in that bed another second.
Hopefully he wouldn't make any bad decisions, the blue guys had pushed a little too far, and now they were gonna learn that humans shoved back.
Reed's Perspective:
The bridge was unerringly silent, nothing but the movements of bodies and the beeps of machinery was to be heard.
Malcom, as was want in situations of late, fidgeted.
It was a bloody annoying habit, but perhaps at the moment, called for. The list just went on and on, and although it was only two officers incapacitated, three if you counted T'pol, the repercussions were literally endless.
Once again, he felt the tyrannical grip of anger and sadness clutch at his insides, he had never known the Captain on a personal level, not like Commander Tucker or Ensign Sato did.
However Reed doubted he ever would have, it just wasn't, his- style, yes, he supposed that word fit. Because unlike the majority of the Enterprise crew, he was a strict believer in military discipline, and well, being strict in general.
When, to his dismay, the Captain turned out as one of the most laid back superiors he'd ever encountered, shocked was to say the least. In fact Malcom had even disdained the Captain, not to his pride, but the name "Archer" undoubtedly carried some weight in the world of politics.
But in some, way, he couldn't fathom how, it worked. The Enterprise operated beyond statistical estimates, the crew responding in prime to their commanding officer's more relaxed system. And over time, he had come to respect Captain Archer, despite the gaping differences that obtruded that particular path.
The comm unit went off, with a light smack to the left armrest he thoroughly enjoyed the interruption, his thoughts had taken a most depressing turn that, if he was honest with himself, would not like to see finished.
"Sickbay to bridge".
The voice wafting through the speaker was decidedly, feminine, overly so in fact. Bloody hell, I must be really bored.
"Reed here", he responded with a certain sharpness in his tone, a good sign, maybe even his fidgeting would stop.
One step at a time, one step at a time.
"Lieutenant, it-, it's the Commander Sir, he's awake, and um, well not very happy Sir."
It wasn't implausible that Tucker was still experiencing hallucinatory effects, he opened another channel.
"Reed to security, send two crewmen to-"
He was interrupted by the woman from sickbay, her voice fractionally more hectic.
"No no! Lieutenant it's not like that."
With a huff through his nostrils he responded, "Then what is it like crewman?"
"Well Sir, you might uh, want to come down here"…