the wall right above me. I heard some gun shots, probably from
Katie's Glock, and I started to pray to the Good Lord that if He got me out of
this mess, I would do everything in my power to transfer off of this damn ship
and work in a VA hospital like I had always planned.
We were pushing that gurney right into a
stairwell and we weren’t going any further because there were four steps going
up and if we even tried to do it, Dr. Ron would go tumbling down in the
opposite direction.
“Ron,” Jerry slapped his face, “Ron, I
need you to wake up. Come on, buddy. You can do this.” Jerry was slapping
him back and forth and finally he got a groan out of Ron and then he started
mumbling something but it wasn’t in any language that I ever knew.
“Come on buddy, you need to stand up
here.” Jerry was pulling Ron’s arm and hauling him up as best as he could,
swinging Ron’s legs off the gurney. I was still holding the IV bottle and
between the two of us, we were thinking Ron could put an arm around each of our
shoulders and we could half drag, half carry him up the four steps to the next
passage.
“Come on, Honey Pie,” I said, hauling him
up.
Somehow, we did it and we made it to the
passage. Our shuttle driver was standing there smoking a cigarette as if there
weren’t a fire fight going on just one deck below. He saw us though and took
over for me and we got Ron aboard the shuttle, safe and sound.
We took off and left everyone else. Jerry
called Captain Richard and told him about the Rehnorians attacking and as we
docked back on the Discovery, which I was ever so glad to return to, two more
of our shuttles headed out. We got a new gurney for Ron but he was
half-conscious by now and instead, stumbled with me and Jerry toward sickbay.
Ron didn’t seem to know where he was or why the heck he was covered in mud but
he was sure cussing up a storm because I heard a few English four-letters there
among a whole bunch of foreign ones.
We got Ron to sickbay and set him down and
I told him, “Honey Pie, you need to be laying down.” I saw by now that he was
seriously dehydrated and looked like he lost about thirty pounds. On top of
all that, he had these strange cuts all over himself, not to mention the mud.
His eyes were mostly grey and not glowing with their own kind of light which
was how they always were whenever I had seen him before. The SdK monitor was
telling us that he was low on potassium and magnesium and iron and just about
everything else because he was down about a liter or more of blood.
“Lay down!” I ordered him because anyone
missing a full liter of blood ought to be knocking on death's door not trying
to get up. He pushed me away though and stumbled back out the door, so Jerry
ran after him, yelling at him to at least drink something. Ron was heading
back to the shuttle bay. “Damn!” I cried because I was so foolish that I
followed him too and jumped through the airlock before it closed. I had just
promised myself to stay on board the ship where it was safe and here I was
flying back to that Spacebase where all hell was breaking loose.
Jerry brought a couple bottles of Hydroade
and Ron drank them which was probably the only reason he was still standing at
that point. It seemed to revive him a bit because by the time we docked again,
he was running instead of stumbling.
A whole team of our security people were
jumping off the shuttle and I heard from someone's cell that the fight had
moved down two floors and into the atrium. On top of that, the base was now on
auxiliary power, so all the lifts were dead. There were casualties and they
were calling for the medics, which was good because we were already there.
Immediately, outside the airlock, Katie's
two security guys were dead as well as one of those Rehnorians. Jerry and I
stopped to check them, but only for a moment because Ron had run off.
We chased after him. He headed back
Katie's Glock, and I started to pray to the Good Lord that if He got me out of
this mess, I would do everything in my power to transfer off of this damn ship
and work in a VA hospital like I had always planned.
We were pushing that gurney right into a
stairwell and we weren’t going any further because there were four steps going
up and if we even tried to do it, Dr. Ron would go tumbling down in the
opposite direction.
“Ron,” Jerry slapped his face, “Ron, I
need you to wake up. Come on, buddy. You can do this.” Jerry was slapping
him back and forth and finally he got a groan out of Ron and then he started
mumbling something but it wasn’t in any language that I ever knew.
“Come on buddy, you need to stand up
here.” Jerry was pulling Ron’s arm and hauling him up as best as he could,
swinging Ron’s legs off the gurney. I was still holding the IV bottle and
between the two of us, we were thinking Ron could put an arm around each of our
shoulders and we could half drag, half carry him up the four steps to the next
passage.
“Come on, Honey Pie,” I said, hauling him
up.
Somehow, we did it and we made it to the
passage. Our shuttle driver was standing there smoking a cigarette as if there
weren’t a fire fight going on just one deck below. He saw us though and took
over for me and we got Ron aboard the shuttle, safe and sound.
We took off and left everyone else. Jerry
called Captain Richard and told him about the Rehnorians attacking and as we
docked back on the Discovery, which I was ever so glad to return to, two more
of our shuttles headed out. We got a new gurney for Ron but he was
half-conscious by now and instead, stumbled with me and Jerry toward sickbay.
Ron didn’t seem to know where he was or why the heck he was covered in mud but
he was sure cussing up a storm because I heard a few English four-letters there
among a whole bunch of foreign ones.
We got Ron to sickbay and set him down and
I told him, “Honey Pie, you need to be laying down.” I saw by now that he was
seriously dehydrated and looked like he lost about thirty pounds. On top of
all that, he had these strange cuts all over himself, not to mention the mud.
His eyes were mostly grey and not glowing with their own kind of light which
was how they always were whenever I had seen him before. The SdK monitor was
telling us that he was low on potassium and magnesium and iron and just about
everything else because he was down about a liter or more of blood.
“Lay down!” I ordered him because anyone
missing a full liter of blood ought to be knocking on death's door not trying
to get up. He pushed me away though and stumbled back out the door, so Jerry
ran after him, yelling at him to at least drink something. Ron was heading
back to the shuttle bay. “Damn!” I cried because I was so foolish that I
followed him too and jumped through the airlock before it closed. I had just
promised myself to stay on board the ship where it was safe and here I was
flying back to that Spacebase where all hell was breaking loose.
Jerry brought a couple bottles of Hydroade
and Ron drank them which was probably the only reason he was still standing at
that point. It seemed to revive him a bit because by the time we docked again,
he was running instead of stumbling.
A whole team of our security people were
jumping off the shuttle and I heard from someone's cell that the fight had
moved down two floors and into the atrium. On top of that, the base was now on
auxiliary power, so all the lifts were dead. There were casualties and they
were calling for the medics, which was good because we were already there.
Immediately, outside the airlock, Katie's
two security guys were dead as well as one of those Rehnorians. Jerry and I
stopped to check them, but only for a moment because Ron had run off.
We chased after him. He headed back
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