[Reflections 'Verse] Borne On Wings of Fire and Climbing Higher
Upon reflection, considering the particularly bloody-mindedness of the Enterprise crew, his so-called 'insurance policy' probably hadn't been the best idea. Granted, it had kept him safe from attempts on his life. He was, in fact, very much alive. Alive, and in more pain that should possible for any one person to be in. A couple hours in the agony booth could do that to a man. Especially if those couple hours were followed by a few more hours in the tender care of Security. Especially if the security team made the Spanish Inquisition look like playground bullies by comparison. He'd have laughed, if he'd been in any state to do so. Make sure they can't kill him? Oh, he'd made sure of that, alright. But what he'd neglected to consider was that there were some things far worse than death...
There was hardly an inch of him that wasn't marked in some way. They'd been careful, he couldn't fault him that. They knew exactly how much the Human body could take. And they hadn't wanted him dead. It was a miracle he could walk, at this point, but say what you like about the security team on the ISS Enterprise - they knew what they were doing. Of course, he'd known what he was doing too, and look where it got him.
...Where had it got him? He swayed a bit, steadying himself against the wall as he wiped a trickle of blood from his mouth. He was going somewhere. Wasn't he? Hard to think. Hard to walk, come to think of it, when the floor seemed rather insistent on turning itself into a wall. All things considered, he was fairly lucky. By the time he gave in and gave up on verticality, he'd reached where he wanted to go, without even having to think about it much.
There was hardly an inch of him that wasn't marked in some way. They'd been careful, he couldn't fault him that. They knew exactly how much the Human body could take. And they hadn't wanted him dead. It was a miracle he could walk, at this point, but say what you like about the security team on the ISS Enterprise - they knew what they were doing. Of course, he'd known what he was doing too, and look where it got him.
...Where had it got him? He swayed a bit, steadying himself against the wall as he wiped a trickle of blood from his mouth. He was going somewhere. Wasn't he? Hard to think. Hard to walk, come to think of it, when the floor seemed rather insistent on turning itself into a wall. All things considered, he was fairly lucky. By the time he gave in and gave up on verticality, he'd reached where he wanted to go, without even having to think about it much.