*A gurney onboard Med Force One*
*Access hallway Beta, approaching Surgical Center*
Tim Finnegan tries to open his eyes, but the cold vacuum has frozen them opaque, his eyelids fail to move.
He tries to push himself upright - nothing moves.
He tries to feel - anything.
-Nothing.
A dim sound, seemingly far away.
Voices?
As nightmares take over where his senses leave off, and he drifts back to the deep forgiving well of unconscoisness, he screams.
-Nothing.
Comm ID: Peter Kristall
Right, pursuant to this little announcement, I'm withdrawing my ships back to the omicrons. You folks seem to have things under control, and I'm needed back home.
Be kinder than necessary, because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
J.M. Barrie