Kirk had never been so grateful for knowing the layout of the ship like he did. He was able to slip out of sickbay unseen, but outside of it, he knew it would be tricky. At his slow pace, it was a long walk to his quarters. The clothing given to him by sickbay rubbed against the scabbed tattoos until he wanted to scream as he walked calmly, slowly ( Read more... )

One kid was dealt with, the other unknown prisoner dealt with, the woman Spock had betrayed him for dealt with, Spock dealt with, Klingons dealt with.

He wanted to go to sleep. He wanted to so badly it hurt. His head was throbbing and his vision was gray at the edges. But... there was something missing. So he was working his way down to sickbay ( Read more... )