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Cptn Corizon

Waking

Fluttering his eyes open, Ah-Windu Corizon quickly realized he did not know where exactly he was waking up. Though the inexorable pain he felt in his lower left quadrant did give him a clue. Batting his golden-eyes some more, he also realized that he could not see straight. He could, however, hear.

 

“Doctor,” he heard the voice of what he was fairly sure was a male nurse call. “The Captain is starting to come around. Heartbeat is normal, brain activity looks good.”

 

“Excellent.”

 

Corizon opened his mouth to ask the burning question of what the hell was going on, but his throat was dry and parched and the only sound that came out was a sort of gurgle one might associate with an infant. On the bright side, his vision seemed to be slowly coming back into focus.

 

“Captain,” a disembodied female voice said. “Can you hear me?”

 

He tried again in vain to respond orally, managing only a harsh ‘yeee’ before coughing and resigning himself to shaking his head.

 

“Good. Kane, get the Captain something to drink, I am sure he’s hoarse. Your vision should be returning soon, would you like to sit up?”

 

Sickbay it was, Corizon thought to himself. It could have been worse then, he could be waking up in the afterlife. He nodded and soon felt soft, gentle hands propping him up in his biobed. Later, he’d express displeasure at being so helpless, but at the moment he was rather content to be assisted.

 

“Ah, thank you Kane. Here you go Captain, this will help with that throat of yours. Your vision should be mostly back shortly too. It’s just an effect of being under sedation.”

 

He’d been sedated before, but the last time he woke like this, he’d been out on binge that would pale Klingon coming of age parties. Taking the cup offered to him, he also began to realize that the female voice was not coming from his chief medical officer, but that of a Deltan female. He also began to recognize that this wasn’t his sickbay, either.

 

Sipping the water, he felt the cold rush of the liquid against his arid throat. Nothing had tasted that good in years and he savored the moment before finally putting the cup down and look over to the Deltan doctor, who was busying herself at what he presumed was his status monitor.

 

“Thanks for the water, Doctor.”

 

She smiled and walked back over to her bedside with a hypo in hand. Pressing it against his neck, she released the contents into his blood stream. “There, that should help your vision a little. How’s the pain?”

“Manageable.”

 

She nodded and pressed another hypo to his neck. “According to your file, you have an exceedingly high tolerance for pain, but there’s no reason for you to have to display that.”

 

He managed a thank you and leaned back into the bio-bed, closing his eyes and exhaling. When he opened them again, he could see clearly again. Apparently he’d fallen asleep, rather annoying to be sure. Stretching his arms and wiggling his feet, he once again felt pain in his lower abdomen – though he knew it was muted by the pain killers he’d been given by the doctor.

 

After a few moments surveying the scene, he looked for the call the button on the bio-bed. Luckily, he didn’t even have to wait for the operator to send someone to attend to him, as he soon heard the footsteps of the lithe, graceful Deltan doctor approaching.

 

“Captain, good to see you awake – again. I am sure you’re wondering what the hell’s happened to you.”

 

Glancing over he nodded with a fanged grin. “That was a question on my mind, yes.”

 

“Well, if you haven’t figured it out, you’re on Camelot Station. I am Doct…”

 

“Ha’Jolka, right?”

 

She smiled. “Yes, good to see your memory hasn’t been affected.”

 

“I don’t forget much, Doctor; especially someone who handled my Chief Engineer’s injuries so well.”

 

Chuckling and looking at his status monitor she nodded. “Thank you, though Captain I am becoming rather concerned at the number of impalements that seem to occur to your crew.”

 

“Got to keep you doctors busy.”

 

“We stay busy enough.”

 

Corizon smiled and leaned back in the bio-bed again, though he wasn’t planning on nodding off again anytime soon – he had far too many questions to ask. For starters, where the hell was his crew? He figured at least one of them would be around when he woke up a second time. The sound of a second set of footsteps gave him hope on that particular front, until he heard Alexander Calypsos open his mouth.

 

“Ah-Windu,” the human male said brightly. “It’s good to see you awake. The doctor informed me that you were in pretty bad shape when you came in.”

 

“Yes,” she said. “You’d suffered some pretty severe internal injuries.”

 

“Getting impaled will do that,” he retorted drily. “I assume if I am waking up here that it was beyond what Excalibur’s medical staff was equipped to handle.”

 

Ha’Jolka nodded. “Yes. They handled the situation well though, kept you alive and made the right choice to put you in stasis till you got back.”

 

“How long have I been here?”

 

Calypsos pursed his lips and looked over at the doctor with a nod. “You’ve been here about three weeks, and you were under a total of about four. You’ll experience some muscle atrophy a first – once you’re able to get up and about again.”

 

Exhaling, Corizon put his head against the head rest on the bio-bed and looked over to the commanding officer of Camelot Station. “I am assuming that by the lack of any of my officers being here when I woke up, that you’re not here on a social call?”

 

Lifting his brows slightly, Alexander looked back to Corizon before glancing at the doctor again, “I see his bluntness hasn’t been dulled…”

 

“Just who I am …”

 

“Wouldn’t have you any other way.”

 

“So what is it you’ve got to tell me.”

 

“Excalibur’s out on a mission,” he said cautiously. “Under a new commander.”

 

Reflexively working his fingers as his claws extended, Corizon did his best not to growl or claw anything. “Son of a bitch… I am out for a few weeks and the…”

 

Alexander held up a hand. “He’s only keeping your seat warm, Ah-Windu. The Admiral wanted me to assure you that as soon as they’re back, he’s going to make sure they give her back to you.”

 

“He damned well better. Why isn’t he the one telling me this, anyway?”

 

Despite an urge to say what he really thought, Calypsos went with the more diplomatic reason. “He’s down on Avalon meeting with the Romulans about the second station we’re building near the wormhole terminus.”

 

“I see,” Corizon said flatly. “So when am I getting my ship back, hmm?”

“You really are blunt aren’t you?” Calypsos said with a chuckle. “No wonder you don’t get first contact missions very often.”

 

“Only when they want to ###### the aliens off.”

 

“I am sure. As for your ship, Excalibur’s actually on her way back to the barn. Now before you ask, I can’t tell you anything about their current mission just yet. Once you’re back on duty and cleared by command, I’ll have the full dossier sent down to you. It will give that annoying little Xenexian of yours something to do.”

 

“Odile?” Corizon said with lifted ear and brow. “Odile’s here?”

 

“Yes,” the doctor and captain said almost in unison.

 

“She’s been at your side basically since you came in Captain,” the doctor said. “We had to all but order her to sleep and eat.”

 

“I’ve got to say, you’ve got on hell of a yeoman in that one. I mean, I’ve had protective yeoman that mothered me, but she takes the cake.”

 

Corizon grinned and shook his head. “She tries.”

 

It was at that precise moment that all three of them looked over to the door to see the aforementioned Xenexian bounding into the room with three burly security guards in tow, all trying to keep up with her and one of them with a bloodied lip.

 

“Captain!” she said in what could only be described as a ‘squeel.’ “I am so so sorry I wasn’t here when you woke! They wouldn’t let me in – something about having to sleep or something silly like that. I told them I was fine, that we Xenexians are capable of going hours and hours without sleeping… but they wouldn’t listen… “

 

Doing his best to keep from bursting into laughter, Corizon smirked patiently at both the doctor and the captain before holding his hand up to Odile, who, at that point, was mid-babble about how she’d wished she’d gone ahead and taken medical training as well. “Yeoman,” he said, “While I am thrilled you’re here, I’d rather not have to come see you in the brig. Now just settle down and take a deep breath while the doctor, captain and I finish our conversation.”

 

“And on Xen… oh… um… sorry Captain I … I didn’t mean to uhm… right.” Slightly flushing, Odile nodded and made her way over to the small table and chair that had been set up for her by the medical staff a few weeks prior. Like a good little yeoman, she sat down and smiled happily, but only after sneering at the security officers who’d kept her from Corizon.

 

“As you were saying?

 

It had taken a herculean effort on the part of both the Deltan and human officers to not fall in the floor laughing at what had just transpired. Alexander fully planned on ribbing Corizon about this for the next several years, while the Deltan thought it was exceptionally cute that the gruff, rough, and enigmatic Corizon would be so tolerant of the clingy, if not well-intended, Xenexian.

 

Hiding his amusement about as well a Ferengi hid greed, Calypsos nodded. “Right, as I said once the doctor and command clears you, I’ll send you down some briefings and start getting you upto speed with everything that’s happened lately. Excalibur should be back in about a week or so, I was just on the line with Captain Varen a few hours ago…”

 

“Varen?”

 

“Yes, Irae Varen. He’s a good man, a little sober perhaps, but I am sure your crew is used to a demanding captain, yes?”

 

Odile, in the background, tried her hardest not to laugh at the notion of a ‘sober’ Captain on Excalibur, but kept her mouth shut. Corizon smirked as well, but for a different reason. “Oh, I am sure they’re fine. Hell, some of them were likely happy I was gone.”

 

“I doubt that, Captain.”

 

“We’ll soon find out, won’t we?”

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