Destiny

[jammi]

There was a small chime from the control panel those damned inefficient droids would not be finished loading for another thirty minutes. I rose from the command chair, which made my head spin. Shaking my head clear I leant on a nearby wall for a moment until I felt steady. The numb sensation in my arm was gone and had been replaced by a steady and agonising burning as well. That was spreading.

I decided I couldnt put off having the wound seen to any more. The Zoners were neutral and probably wouldnt sell me out if anyone came looking for me afterwards. Probably. And if not Zoners, there must be hundreds of Freelancers and other assorted misfits and rejects loitering around the place. One of them had to be medically trained. So I staggered out of the cockpit and down through the shadowy, empty cargo bay and out into the hanger.

The sudden noise was like walking into a wall the sound of pilots bickering with commodity and equipment dealers over prices, pilots talking, drunkards from the bar shouting at each other from opposite sides of the room. I continued to wobble away from my ship, heading for an access door that led to the stations interior. I weaved across the corridor, my vision now blurring. The wound was worse than I thought.

My face was cold and sweaty. I must have been deadly pale, because one woman that passed me had asked if I was ok in a shocked tone. I ignored her and carried on. My head reeled for the second time, coinciding with a sudden agonising pain from the wound. I wasnt going to stay on my feet this time. I crumpled into a heap, my last sight through my confused eyes being the fuzzy sight of a pair of legs running towards me.

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