>Wilson slowly opened her eyes and immediately closed them. The blinding >headache eased off only minutely, but at least she did not think she was about >to return what was left of her dinner.
>The pain was coming from another source, too. > David was glad he had strapped himself in-smoke wafted lightly through the > cockpit. He reached up and wiped his forehead and came away with blood on his > hand-apparently he had bashed his head on impact. He shook his head to clear > the cobwebs, "Everyone ok? Mr. Watson? Mr. K'Tael?" >"I'm here, but I think my arm is broken," Wilson said between tightly compressed >lips. "Mr. K'Tael?" "Don't move. I'll be there in a second." David left the comm channel where he could answer from anywhere in the ship. He unstrapped himself and climbed out of his seat-as he walked he almost tripped-he had apparently tweaked his anke too. He went over to Wilson and checked on him-it appeared that the arm of the seat had partially broken and slammed itself into Wilson's forearm. David's head wound bled on Wilson as he looked at the situation. Wilson was in a bad position to remove it himself. David grabbed the piece of the chair's arm and pulled back as hard as he could when it finally gave way and freed Wilson's arm, "There you go. We'll splint you in a moment. Find the First-Aid kit." He had to take charge. He looked over to K'Tael's chair. (response?) _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
