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(ooc: catching up-I included everything so I don't miss something
mistakenly.)
> "Will do, C[ommander]," replied the voice. A few seconds later
the familiar
> shimmer of the transporter took hold of the Klingon and he disappeared from the Runabout. >Wilson breathed a sigh of relief, followed quickly by a gasp as the
pain in her
>arm re-asserted itself. "He'll be cared for." David let out a breath.
> Wilson and Renaud could hear the hum of approaching vehicles.
A moment
> later, two officers transported into the Runabout. One was a human male, > and the other was a Vulcan woman. Both were wearing medical blue. >Wilson had grabbed her phaser, ready to fire if necessary. She did not lower it >upon seeing the uniforms. After all, how had someone known to attack *this* shuttle? David also pulled his phaser, albeit in a clumsy grip but he could fire if
he had to.
>"Identify yourselves," she said crisply. >The Vulcan woman raised and eyebrow and cocked her head. It was not the reception she expected. "I am >Dr. T'Mel, and this is Dr. Pryce. We were under the impression that there was an accident here and that >medical assistance had been requested." >Pryce stood a little behind T'Mel and took out his medical
tricorder. It was clear he figured he could start >the examination
while things were being sorted out.
>Lowering her hand, but not putting the phaser down, she replied,
"Sorry, Doc, but somebody told our >attackers we were coming. I'm not
going to be but so trusting until I know just who that was."
David lowered his arm too wiping his brow and the flow of blood that was
going between his eyes.
>T'Mel nodded her head. "That is understandable, Commander. If it would be all right, we could start >treatment," she said as she indicated Wilson's arm, which was clearly injured. Wilson nodded. By now, the pain was excruciating. "If you
would," she said.
While they tended to Wilson, David turned his back and let out a shuddering
slow breath. He wanted to scream out to them to thank them for coming. He wiped
a tear from his eye-his composure was cracking.
He sat on the edge of one of the pilot seats and put his bad ankle up and
waited.
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