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sorry this is like a weird little chunk

i never think this out very well

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anywho

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I regained consciousness slowly and felt pain surge through every limb in my body. I gave out a slow moan and heard somebody saying my name. I could feel the pavement under me and knew I was on the ground. I felt my limbs coming back into consciousness with my mind and was feeling rather limp. I could feel several specific wounds on my arms and good. I was feeling a bit dizzy and came to the quick conclusion that I had been hit by a car, despite my caution before stepping into the street. I wanted to move but I could feel that any core movement would cause me a certain amount of distress in my ribs and that my right leg wasn't exactly going to be working very well.

I opened my eyes with some effort and looked up at the faces around me. Only one looked familiar at the moment but I was sure they were all faces I knew since I recognized the uniform they wore.

I realized quickly that we were still on the road; this throng of people was standing in the way of oncoming traffic. "What are you doing?" I asked, my senses getting about me. "Get out of the road; you are going to get hit," I said. I tried to sit up but a sharp stabbing in my right lung stopped me immediately. My breath caught somewhere in my throat and I lay back down.

"Don't move," John said, his voice cutting through the ruckus around me. I felt him put his arms underneath me, one by my knees and one supporting my neck. The slight movement caused me pain and I didn't try to keep in my groans of discomfort.

"Get out of the road," I said, trying to see that these people who apparently had a death-wish would stop with said wish.

"Don't speak," John said. I closed my mouth and didn't say another word, but the pain was beginning to spread and worsen.

There was something bitter and coppery (which I assumed to be blood) building up in my mouth as I lay there unmoving. I opened my mouth and tilted my head to the side, realizing that my neck was sore as well. I couldn't stop the dribble of blood that leaked out and left a stringy trail. I wasn't exactly partial to the taste of my own blood (or any others' for that matter) and couldn't help but try to spit it out.

"I'll take her from here Lieutenant," I heard and blinked dizzily up at Admiral Marcus who was holding his arms out as if to take me from Harrison.

"All due respect Admiral, I think I can get her to the hospital faster," he said but there was something suspicious in his voice; something that he had against the admiral perhaps?

It didn't take long for the subject to leave my mind as the stabbing in my lung was becoming worse. I coughed involuntarily and spewed blood over the front of my red uniform, a grisly contrast in colors. I groaned and tried to hold down several other coughs as they were causing me much more distress than I had yet experienced.

"Lieutenant, that's an order," Marcus said. Harrison held me out farther and the admiral started to take me, but he had gripped me in all the wrong places. I let out a scream, not being able to stop it and writhed about a bit.

"Stop!" I shouted. The cry dissolved into a wheezy groan and Harrison grabbed me back to his body.

I didn't see what kind of visual exchange they shared because I had my eyes squeezed shut in pain. I seized the shoulder of Harrison's uniform with one of my hands and was practically tearing the fabric from his body. The pain was everywhere; like a virus or a wildfire or… or something else bad, I couldn't think of anything. My thoughts were fuzzy with rawness and more blood was spilling out of my mouth.

"Go, then!" the admiral yelled and John was off. I didn't feel an ounce of pain from his running which struck me as odd but I didn't dwell on it. Just because his running wasn't causing me more pain did not mean that I wasn't feeling any pain at all. My head hurt and I was beginning to feel cold. I tried to concentrate on numbing the pain but I couldn't manage even the simplest of coherent thoughts. I finally gave up my subconscious struggle against the sleep I could feel coming and fell entirely lank.

It was quiet and dark when I woke from my trance. I took mental stock of every injury that had existed on my body and was glad to see that the only one still healing was my leg which had been broken in several places. I cringed at the memory and tried to push any recollection of the crash back from my consciousness so as to not hurt myself.

I sat up and glanced around the dark room. A clock on the wall told me that it was just past three in the morning. I didn't have any need to sleep so I wasn't going to be able to do that and I probably wouldn't for several days. I wondered momentarily what was acceptable to do at just past three in the morning but I wasn't coming up with many logical ideas. Few people would be awake at that time so I wouldn't be able to get my assignments from my professors or anything of the sort and it wasn't like I had any friends to assure my health to.

I felt a sudden unfamiliar pang and attempted to locate its origin. I closed my eyes and relaxed into my own subconscious. There seemed to be some sort of foreign contaminant within me that I couldn't identify. I dug deeper and recognized it as a sort of transfer which could make sense seeing as I had lost a significant amount of blood and may have required a blood transfusion… but I knew of no other Vulcan in Starfleet save Mr. Spock who was aboard the Enterprise advising Captain Kirk as was his appointment.

I opened my eyes again and swung my legs over the side of my cot. There were crutches beside me and I grabbed them, using them as supports as I went to the opposite side of the room where there were a series of cupboards and drawers. I opened the middle drawer first to see a handful of primitive tools and took out a scalpel. I slid the blade cleanly across my thumb and cringed momentarily at the pain.

The blood that dripped out was a darker shade of green than I knew my blood to be. It was almost brown in color and I knew that human blood had been melded with my own.

I pursed my lips and went back to my bed, sitting down to concentrate for a moment. I concentrated some of my extra energy at the cut on my thumb and when I opened my eyes again, no cut remained. I pressed the singular drop of blood on my thumb to my tongue. It was unmistakable that my blood was still more than present but there was definitely other blood there as well, but not any that I recognized. There was no logical explanation coming to me at the moment and I tried to let it go until later when I could inquire of my doctor.

I sat back in my bed and closed my eyes, concentrating once again on healing myself, only this time I focused on my leg. I didn't open my eyes until I could feel sunlight on my face. The door clicked open and I nodded to the Deltan that appeared to be my nurse.

"Good morning, Peleia. I was told you would be awake today."

"Hello," I said.

"How are you feeling?"

"Nearly ideal. I think you'll find I only have a minor fracture in my right leg that will be completely healed in a couple of hours. I haven't experienced any faintness or fatigue of any sort; my limbs are all functioning adequately and I have no trouble recalling the incident," I said. I was eager to get moving again and do more investigating as I had now lost at least one day. Not only that but I'm sure there was some sort of paperwork or lawsuit that I was facing in regards to being hit by a vehicle. "How long has it been?" I asked.

"Well, four days, not including the day you were hit," she said.

Four days? I had been unconscious for four days? Something told me my injuries had been more extensive than I realized.

"It is logical that I have healed entirely by now then," I said.

She nodded, having been stopped slightly by my slew of words and information. She stood by the door still, clipboard in hand. "Okay, I'll tell Doctor Perry," she said and disappeared again.

I only had to wait five minutes for the doctor to show up.

"Ava tells me you've made a swift recovery!" he said as he entered the room. "Says you're ready to get going."

"She assumes correctly. I am eager to return to my studies," I said.

Doctor Perry took a moment to consider. He had a sort of permanent mischievous look on his face and seemed to be grinning at me. "I'm sure Miss Ava has told you my condition."

"Well she has, but I'm afraid I'll have to check that for myself."

"I assure you I am perfectly fine. I would not be dishonest about my own health; it is not logical," I said, beginning to wonder if this doctor really knew what he was doing. I had to almost force myself into another trance to hold back my slightly haywire emotions. If anything at all was wrong with me, it would have to do with my emotional state, but that was almost always a problem for me.

The doctor kept that silly grin on his face but looked me over a little more closely.

"You do realize you were hit by a military grade transport, don't you? Any other person would be dead after what happened to you," he said, looking at his clipboard, "you had a collapsed lung, shattered right fibula, seven broken ribs, and you lost over fifty percent of your blood and now you profess to be fine? I mean, I know Vulcans have an extraordinary anatomy and immune system, but this..." he shook his head, still looking at his clipboard, "this is unbelievable. Five days ago when they brought you in here, I was prepared to pronounce you dead on the spot. I'm not about to let you leave without a formal examination."

"I am well aware of the injuries I suffered and I assure you, my current state is, besides some slight pain, better than it was before the accident."

"I'll be the judge of that," he said. "Lay down," he ordered and I submitted immediately. I just wanted to leave and get to work as soon as possible.

The doctor put down the clipboard and took out some sort of device which he ran over different injury sites before reading data from a screen on the wall. He pursed his lips before looking back at me after he had finally scanned my right leg.

"Your body is remarkable," he said and Ava giggled. I failed to find the humor in his words. "You're fine," he said. "I'm going to wrap your leg in safety tape and I want you to come back tomorrow morning to check in with me but... you're perfectly fine," he said, seeming both angry and confused.

"Do I need any sort of transition medication for the transfusion?" I asked.

"What transfusion?" he asked.

That made me stop for a moment. I was 91.6% positive I had received a blood transfusion but I was now beginning to think that it hadn't happened under the direction of this doctor, nor had it been approved of exactly. That was only one more reason to get out of here and investigate as quickly as possible and I knew where I would go first.

"I assume I received a transfusion to replenish some of that fifty percent blood loss," I said, "but I suppose I misjudged," I finished.

The doctor sighed before taking out a roll of safety tape and wrapping my right leg. He was thinking so hard I didn't even need to try to see his thoughts. He didn't seem perturbed by my transfusion question although he was still confused by everything he had seen on that screen. I saw that he honestly hadn't thought I was alive when I came in and thought I might stay in my induced coma until they decided I was brain dead.

"You're free to go. Contact me immediately if you have any trouble whatsoever," he said.

"Yes, sir," I said and sat up.

"Since your apartment is off campus, we didn't have approval to retrieve any of your belongings, but we will provide a robe for your walk back if you wish," he said.

I wondered momentarily why he was worried about my appearance, but realized quickly that it is not customary to walk around a military installation in naught but a hospital gown.

"Please," I said and he retrieved a robe from the closet beside me.

"Your shoes were trashed so we threw them away but you can use these slippers," he said and handed me a pair of white slippers. At this rate, people were going to think I had been at a spa rather than in a hospital bed.

"Thank you, Doctor," I said and slipped both garments on. "At what time should I arrive tomorrow morning?"

"I get in at five," he said.

"I will be here then," I replied and stood up, grabbing my crutches and starting off immediately. I left before either Ava or Doctor Perry could say another word.

I hobbled back to my apartment, ignoring whatever looks I may have received and unlocked the door. I opened it slowly having suddenly experienced a sort of plunging feeling in my stomach. It was similar to what humans might refer to as a sixth sense. I entered quietly and cautiously, checking every dark space in the hall before I continued. I glanced into the kitchen and bedroom but it was obvious that there was nobody there. I peered out onto the balcony and spotted the figure I was looking for. It looked nonthreatening so I wasn't alarmed, although I was curious.

I opened the door and left my crutches in the doorjamb. I hopped on one foot out to where I could better see this friendly intruder.

"Can I help you?" I asked softly and the figure finally turned to face me.

"Peleia, I'm glad to see you up and around again," he said.

"Admiral," I said immediately and stood at the best attention I could manage.