Damn Klingons

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I woke up with a headache. I feel my face and feel the dried tears. I think about what happend last night and remember the information that Jim told me. My parents are dead... I feel sad but try to push it aside. My parents always told me that whatever would happen, I should enjoy my life and remember them but shouldn't be to sad about it.

I get up and hold my head. Damn my head is killing me. I look down and see that I am still wearing the red star fleet shirt. I'm not really in the mood to change my shirt so just put on some clean black skinny jeans  and my doc Martins and head to med bay. I walk twords the door and notice a piece of paper on the door. I take it of and read it.

Dear Morgan,

I had to get up, to work on the bridge. I thought that it would be logical to let you sleep. If you need anything I will be on the bridge.

I understand that this must be difficult for you even though I do not know how you feel. But I would like to remember you that you are not alone. The doctor and Jim are here for u as well.

I will come by after my shift to check on you.

Greetings Spock.

The handwriting looks so beautiful. I read it one more time and smile. For a vulcan he seems verry sweet. I put the note on the coffee table and head out to med-bay. When I arrive at med-bay all the nurses look at me with pity. I try to smile at them but I'm guessing it looks more like a frown... I'm trying here alright. But I don't want to keep a mask up.

"Morgan darling are you alright... I know that this won't help but I'm sorry for your loss. You know it wasn't..." I cut him off by putting my hand up. "I'm okay Leonard... At least I'm trying to be. My parents wouldn't want me to be sad about it for to long." I say with a slight smile. He looks at me kinda sadly, and puts his hand on my shoulder. "You know... I'm here for you if you need anything... Like anything...."

I nod my head wich leads to me holding my head in pain. "Wow there you alright?" "Actually I have a really bad headache, I came here of hopes that you could help me with that." I say with closed eyes. "Ah yes of course I can help you, I'm a doctor after al. And I need to put some new bandages on you as well." He leads me to one of the beds and I sit down. He walks away and grabs some medic stuff.

"Here take these, they should help in about a half an our. Now please take your shirt off." I take the pills and take of my shirt. He renews the bandages and asks me about some of my hobby's. I answer and just for a moment I forget about the sadness that I felt before. After about an hour of talking an engeneer walks in with I think a broken arm. "Alright darling seems like another red shirt got himself hurt again. Gotta do my doctor duty's come by anytime you need anything." "Thanks Len, I will. Have fun I guess." He smiles and walks over to the red shirt.

~Time skip brought to you by Leonard enjoying putting the bone back in place~

I'm just walking around now. I don't even know where I am right now. This ship is soooo big like dude I could run a marathon on this thing for hours and not go by the same place twice. So you could say I'm lost. One good thing is that the headache is gone. I don't know how long I have been walking around either. I hope Spock is not waiting at my room. I don't know how to get back to it.

Haha yeah... Im serious I really don't know. I got lost in the thought of my family and now I'm in some verry big room with lots of glass and the most beautiful view of the stars. This room kinda reminds me of the room that I was in with Spock yesterday. The hug... The hug... Wait he hugged me back... I almost forgot. I laugh at the memorie, he must of felt so aqwqard. Poor guy. I probably just bothered him... Or maybe I didn't... Urg I need to stop thinking for others.

Lost in thought I suddenly get jerked back. I land against a wall. Suddenly there are red lights everywhere. "Crew this is captain Kirk. We are being attack by klingons, everyone get ready on your battle stations!" I hear Kirk say through some speakers. I get up and try not to panic. I mean I have never been in this type of situation before!! I look at the window and see some weird looking ships fly by us. I really don't know what to do and I don't see anybody in this area.

What the f*ck am I suppose to do! I run 'twords the place I think I came from. Suddenly the ship gets jerked to the right. I scream and fly against the wall again... "Urg I have seen you wall I didn't need a close up..." I get up my shoulder kinda hurts but I ignore it. I try to run again but out of nowhere some sort of ship comes trough the wall. (yes this is kinda like the third new star trek movie but also not like it... Does that even make sense...) The weird ship thing opens up and three ugly ass looking guys jump out of it. They look at me and hold up their guns. I put my hands up in surrender but they seems to ignore it and get ready to shoot.

I close my eyes waiting for the pain to hit me. But is doesn't...instead I feel someone grab my arm and twist it behind my back. I yell in pain. One of them talks to me but it just sounds like gibberish to me. "I... I don't understand." "Where is the weapon room!" He says in some bad English...
"Uhm I..." think Morgan think... If you say that you don't know where it is they will kill you... So pretend. "Okay...okay I will show you... Just please don't hurt me." The man who I presume is the leader nods his head and the guy who is holding my arm pushes me forward.

The guy keeps holding my arm behind my back in a painful angle... And the fact that I hugged the wall just a moment ago is making the pain worse. I walk forward and head around a corner. Suddenly a security gard sees us and tries to shoot the dudes with me. But he stands no chance and gets shot. I gasp at the sight of the poor guy. The man looks at me and the other guy pushes me forward. Oh my what have I gotten myself into...

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