I was growing rather tired of fainting, but when I awoke in the arms of a blond male, I felt no regret.
"Just stay still." He softly tells me as he continues to walk, "You don't want to strain yourself."
The man, quite a handsome one indeed, carries me aboard a small metal craft. My head whirls as he lays me upon a cot. Uhura is on the ajacent one, being tended to by a man with brown hair in a blue shirt. Another man in a blue shirt stands over her, worried and frowning. His hair is like that of a raven's and his ears were pointy.
"Bones, thank God we brought you. She's badly dehydrated." The blond man tells the brown haired man, "Bones".
"Uhura's not bad." Bones says.
"I am extraordinarily thankful for this." The pointed eared man says.
"Yeah, yeah. You're welcome Spock."
Bones approaches my cot. "How are you feeling Torah?"
"Not well." I admit.
He begins multiple medical tests. An IV is pierced in my skin.
"This should replenish your essential vitamins." Bones tells me.
I nod, I was feeling revived already. Uhura was walking around the craft already.
It takes ten minutes for me to feel complete sane.
"Start us up Kirk," Bones tells the blond man.
"Where?" I inquired.
"The star ship Enterprise."
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Pray To Forget
Gizem / GerilimThe Silence, a religious order, has gone rampant. Silents, confessional priests, genetically engineered to allow people to confess sins without remembering that they had done so, were being controlled by renegade Chief Priests. They had a hunger for...
