prompt: Tell Me a Story?
Shepard waited until Chakwas went to the bathroom, then made a break for it.
He stumbled to the elevator, supporting himself with one hand on the wall, seeing by the light of his own faintly glowing scars. Have to get out of there. God, don't let her catch me...
He felt the edges of his wounds beginning to pull, but the pain was dull and distant under a narcotic haze. His sense of balance was affected by the same drugs, and he lurched from wall to wall, barely staying upright.
The elevator was a nightmare. The movement sent his stomach into his throat and he swallowed hard. Just a few yards more, he told himself, then safe, safe... He stumbled along the engineering deck, through the door of his sanctuary, and then his state got the better of him, and he crashed to the floor.
"What the bloody hell?"
Savior! Shepard clutched at Massani's feet. "Dying," he gasped out.
"You're a big damn baby."
"...of boredom." Shepard rolled onto his back, red eyes looking up at the blurry mercenary towering over him, and plaintively asked, "Tell me a story?"