His dreams were disjointed and murky; just snatches of conversation or flashes of images, nothing continuous. He heard the enraged roar when the first Klingon had charged him, bitten off abruptly by the blast of phaser fire striking him squarely in the chest. Jim saw Ellison's face again, felt the shock of the blade penetrating skin and muscle, but ( Read more... )

Their progress to Sickbay was slow, but Jim kept Paula tucked close at his side as they navigated the corridors, his head up and watchful. They didn't encounter too many people; he skirted the busier areas, taking a couple of shortcuts to avoid too much notice. He didn't think either of them wanted a show right now ( Read more... )