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History lesson leads to a future for Mattie and Joann.

Besides, even though our trip was fairly short, the two shuttle trips and the mind meld had exhausted me to a surprising extent, so I went straight to bed.

I woke up to some heavy, if polite, knocking on the door. I had no idea what time it was, but I couldn't have slept much; I felt like I was having a jetlag. I got out of bed, put on a dressing gown, and opened the door.

Before me stood a Lieutenant in the green uniform of the medical and sciences department. As a lowly Cadet, I immediately jumped to attention.

"Sir! "

"Cadet John Nielsen? "

"That's me, sir! "

"At ease, Cadet. My name is Lieutenant Brad Davidson of Starfleet Medical. I understand you and Cadet T'Vani tried to climb Mt. McKinley yesterday? "

"Yesterday? "

"Cadet T'Vani told me she joined with you to climb the mountain on stardate 65844. Today is 65845. That would make the date of your attempt to be yesterday. Is this correct? "

"I didn't realize that much time had passed already, sir, but your information is correct."

"Did she also perform a mind meld on you while the two of you were on the mountain? "

"She did."

"Okay. Apparently some complications have arisen from that meld. I am here to take you to Starfleet Medical as soon as possible. Her life depends on it."

I was stunned.

"Her life? She did tell me that the meld had some side effects, but I didn't realize it was that serious. Will she be fine? "

"She will, provided you get dressed and join me now."

I didn't need to be told twice. I grabbed the first uniform I could find--the wrinkled one I had put on yesterday when returning from the mountain--put it on, picked up my combadge from the side of my bed, slapped it on, and joined the Lieutenant right outside my room.

"Hrm. I suppose a clean uniform would have been better, but we don't have the time. This will have to do."

He touched his combadge.

"Lieutenant Davidson to transport station 47. Medical emergency. Two to transport urgently to starfleet medical."

"Standby," the transporter chief replied.

"Occasionally, sir," I began, "if it is so urgent, why didn't you raise me over the com? "

"We tried, several times. You did not answer."

"You did? Weird. I must've been sleeping tighter than I thought."

"It's not totally unheard of. Mind melds can have that effect on you."

"Energizing," the com badge said.

We rematerialized in front of the emotionless face of a Vulcan doctor. He dismissed the Lieutenant, and took me down a hallway lined with rooms with biobeds in which patients were either recovering from treatment, or waiting for one. My attempts at getting more information were returned with a simple, "T'Vani has requested that I do not reveal anything to you; she will let you know all that there is to know. Please do not insist."

As we reached a door at the end of the hallway, he hesitated for a moment.

"T'Vani is in here. Please do not be alarmed when you see her; she is not her usual self."

He opened the door, allowed me to enter the room, and closed the door behind me. Moments later, I heard the hiss of a forcefield activating.

Chapter 5


Before me was a darkly-lit room. As my eyes got accustomed to the lighting, I could make out more and more of the scene in front of me; and what I saw was a bit distressing.

To my left was a biobed lying on the floor. A chair that must have been standing right next to the biobed when it was thrown over, was crushed beneath it. Some medical instruments and a tricorder were scattered in the vicinity, as if someone had dropped them in a hurry to move away from the falling danger of the biobed.

A bit further down the room I saw a medical PADD and a few hyposprays which had clearly been thrown away in a rage.

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