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>"Not good..breathing shallow. Know anything about
>Klingon physiology? I'm a lawyer not a doctor." He >kept the wound covered, "We need to watch to make >sure that ship isn't coming after us to finish us >off." >She went to the storage closet where emergency >equipment was kept. Not wanting to be caught >off-guard, she removed three masks and carried them >over to Boulay. "In case we lose life support >before help arrives." >He hung one over K'Tael's chair and slung one over >his shoulder, "Thank you." >"If they do, we're history," Wilson said. "Not >enough energy for weapons or shields." "Do we have any hand phasers on board?" >She reached into the emergency medikit and pulled >out a tricorder. "I know the basics, but I'll need >your help, Captain." "You know more than I do Commander." >Wilson activated the tricorder and ran the Klingon's >vitals. The Klingon was not doing well. His head injury was pretty serious, which was rare considering the cranial thickness found in his race. He had hit his console hard enough to cause a serious concussion (sp?), which was already causing some brain swelling. His extremities had made it through the accident pretty much unharmed other than some scrapes and bruises. AJ
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