Uhura was lying on her back in her cell, singing softly to herself. She had officially admitted to herself that maybe, just maybe, the talks of space flight and captains and planets were not real
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She swore she heard mocking noises back. Deep ones, some in French, some familiar, some with a respirator. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to focus. She saw a flash of something. Someone bleeding through his suit, bleeding and staring at her in complete disbelief, the accusation hanging from lax lips. Nope. Wasn't him. She said, and she pushed past him, shuddering as her arm felt chilled below the sleeve of her stupid dress
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Damp with sweat, her eyes half closed, Uhura seemed a pitiful mess. She did, however, manage to take Ana in when the door opened. Using the wall as support, she hauled herself to her feet and snatched her journal to stow away in a pocket. Her ankle was still throbbing in pain from where she had fallen, but it was only sprained.
"I already did my treatment," she protested softly, not yet recognizing Ana. Her mind instantly told her that it was just another nurse or perhaps a doctor. "I mean...I don't want it again." Putting a hand over her face and rubbing her eyes, she tried not to sound so pitiful.
"Please don't take me there again." That hand on her face went to Ana's shoulder and she looked to her with big, frightened eyes.
Shit. Ana didn't really do the whole caring thing, unless it was Rex and even then look where it had gotten her. She kept impulsively looking behind her, feeling that people were there, that the ghosts were there just waiting for her to let her guard down to grab her again. The fact that Uhura was gabbing the wall for support meant that this was going to be more of a rescue than the Baroness had anticipated, and it was going to be much more difficult as well
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"I already did my treatment," she protested softly, not yet recognizing Ana. Her mind instantly told her that it was just another nurse or perhaps a doctor. "I mean...I don't want it again." Putting a hand over her face and rubbing her eyes, she tried not to sound so pitiful.
"Please don't take me there again." That hand on her face went to Ana's shoulder and she looked to her with big, frightened eyes.
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