Subject: Grail: "Last Look Back" - "Sickbay"
<<USS Grail - Sickbay>>
DeMontigny woke with a splitting headache. His eyes took a few
moments to get used to the bright light, then he got a look at his
surroundings. He was in Sickbay. How the heck did he get here? The last
thing he remembered were Romulans on the Bridge... That's right, he had
foolishly tried to take them on, and had lost. He smiled as he
remembered his impulsiveness as he took out the artificial gravity. Not
the smartest of moves, but it was better than idly surrendering to a
couple of Rommie bastards. His headache was beginning to make him doubt
that, though.
He looked around, wondering what had happened to the others. He
wasn't in the critical ward and nurses tended to the lightly wounded
around him. He recognized Stone and Brennan lying nearby, still
uncouncious. Wincing from the pain of his headache, DeMontigny managed
to sit upright on his cot. A nurse was quickly at his side.
"Please lie down, Lt. Although you seem all right, we still need to
run some tests to make sure."
François smiled at her.
"Trust me, I'm OK. I get worse beatings playing hockey on the
Holodeck." he answered.
Running a quick scan over him, the nurse smiled.
"Very well, but I'm only letting you go because we need the extra
beds... AND because you will promise to return for a physical when
things are back to normal."
"All right, I will."
Getting up, he walked over to Brennan's side. His head was clearing
and he felt better now that he was up.
"Are they all right?" he asked the nurse, "What about the rest of
the Bridge crew? Parker? Brinn?"
The nurse's face clouded up.
"These two are all right... However, Lt. Major Brinn has suffered a
severe hip injury from a disruptor blast, En. Milner is in surgery,
fighting for her life. As for Lt. Parker... he suffered severe head
trauma and is presently in a coma. His condition is stable, but there
isn't much we can do for him. He might wake up in a week or in two
years, there's no way of knowing."
It was worse than DeMontigny thought. Usually things always worked
out, but apparently half of the Bridge crew were in very bad shape. A
thought came up in the back of his mind. It was his fault. If he hadn't
recklessly tried his impossible attempt at defeating the Romulans, they
probably wouldn't be in intensive care. No! They had given him their
silent accords. They knew the risks. But they didn't know the plan. It
was his fault. All of a sudden, DeMontigny felt sick. He rushed out of
Sickbay before the nurse noticed and headed for the turbolift..
Lt(jg) François DeMontigny
Assistant Chief of Flight Control
USS Grail NCC 1124