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She'd been trying to sleep, with little success. The ambient chatter in what was steadily becoming a very busy sickbay was practically foreign to her, and surprisingly difficult to tune out. The ever-increasing noise was not helping her headache, nor was the knowledge that only a few decks away someone else was leading the peace talks. Her peace talks. Still, she thought, even just a few moments rest would feel like vacation...
Her eyes snapped open, blurry vision met with the slowly pulsing amber ceiling lights of Yellow Alert in sickbay. "How long was I out?" she croaked to no one in particular. Neema propped herself up and surveyed the scene. Things were hectic. Not just normal-everyday-sickbay-hectic either, but really chaotic. Medical staff was in triage mode. All the injuries looked pretty minor, to the untrained Admiral's eye, but there sure were a lot of them. "Something's wrong," she said to herself as she scooted towards the edge of the bed.
A nurse noticed her making her way to her feet and power-walked over to put her back in bed. "Apparatus slump category rice," the man in the white uniform said, "Safari tea orientation."
"Ugh," Neema groaned. It was a noise that defied aphasia, and the nurse gave her a sympathetic look. His expression soon turned stern though, as he raised a hand to point at the biobed. Neema held her own hands up in defeat. "Fine, fine," she muttered pointlessly as she scooted back up and crossed her legs. The nurse gave her a nod and went back to patients he could actually help. "I'll be here if you need me," she called after him, literally wasting her breath.
Her eyes snapped open, blurry vision met with the slowly pulsing amber ceiling lights of Yellow Alert in sickbay. "How long was I out?" she croaked to no one in particular. Neema propped herself up and surveyed the scene. Things were hectic. Not just normal-everyday-sickbay-hectic either, but really chaotic. Medical staff was in triage mode. All the injuries looked pretty minor, to the untrained Admiral's eye, but there sure were a lot of them. "Something's wrong," she said to herself as she scooted towards the edge of the bed.
A nurse noticed her making her way to her feet and power-walked over to put her back in bed. "Apparatus slump category rice," the man in the white uniform said, "Safari tea orientation."
"Ugh," Neema groaned. It was a noise that defied aphasia, and the nurse gave her a sympathetic look. His expression soon turned stern though, as he raised a hand to point at the biobed. Neema held her own hands up in defeat. "Fine, fine," she muttered pointlessly as she scooted back up and crossed her legs. The nurse gave her a nod and went back to patients he could actually help. "I'll be here if you need me," she called after him, literally wasting her breath.