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by Voy_Girl
Kathryn fell to the floor, when the
torpedoes penetrated her trusty shields.
She tried to open her right eye, though
something sticky, warm prevented her.
Tried to move, but her body was heavy as
lead. She could hear Tuvok report that
the transporters were offline; he sounded
like he talked through a reversed
megaphone.
Strong arms picked her up from the floor,
she tried to claim that she could walk,
but Chakotay shushed her gently.
He carried her like she was something
fragile --a newly hatched chicken,
perhaps-- to the turbolift.
Kathryn wished that Sickbay could be
located at deck fifteen.
THE END
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