In the still of the night

[Seiben 0]

Power has finally been restored. Tar'Mok and the Excalibur crew were offcourse plunged into darkness after retreiving the probe. Tar'Mok and Mr. Trichon spent the time restoring consoles, when the lights finally came back on. The Excalibur, now enroute to rendevous with the USS Foulgrain. Still bleed from his fleshwound, when he fell over the railing. Tar'Mok, now offically relieved of duty, now that his shift is over, reports to Sickbay for treatment. Tar'Mok temporarily feels a sense of shock overcome him at the number of people in here. Most, like Tar'Mok, suffered from cuts, bumps on the head and stubbed toes from stumbling around in the darkness. Tar'Mok is asked to take a number, and wait in line for assistance. As he sits on a chair, at the impromptu waiting area, Tar'Mok watches Trichon being treated by the EMH. Despite the fact, tat the two are in different departments, Tar'Mok has seen Mr. Trichon quite often. "Now seving number 6." the nurse says. Tar'Mok looks down at his number -- 17, and waits for assistance. Hmm, interesting how a simle power outage can cause so much injuries. Tar'Mok thinks. Tar'Mok watches the nurses, and doctors treat the patients before him until his number is called. Tar'Mok is quickly treated and released. Having spent alot less time getting treated than waiting for treatment. Shrugging, Tar'Mok returns to his quarters. Tar'Mok mediatates for the next hour, and has a large dinner of, plomeek soup, assorted vegetables, some Vulcan tea, and Vulcan flan for dessert. The long, tiresome day over, Tar'MOk crawls into bed for sleep.