<USS Avalon> Trapped

Trapped

by Senior Lieutenant Anthony Manson

Don?t be here, don?t be here, I kept saying to myself. I didn?t want him being 
around as I saw the doors to his quarters I was now sharing. I took a breath, 
he?d be the only one to notice the bruises if he was here. I managed my way 
around the jefferies tubes and came into a small nook on deck 4 that was pretty 
well secluded. The deck was empty of life, so it made it even easier to quickly 
make my way home. 

I walked in and he wasn?t in here. Good. I looked around, there usually was a 
medkit stored in every quarters. Usually a dermal regenerator and a hypospray 
for events of mild sickness. The regenerator wasn?t going to heal the soreness, 
but it sure as would cover it. I began my search.

It took ten minutes to find it, Alder having put it in the bathroom. I took the 
kit and opened it. The regenerator was there alright and immediately I began to 
apply the cover up process.

"You alright?"

I jumped a little as I turned to see Alder at the entry way. Dammit.

I nodded, "I?m fine." 

He walked up to me for his voice got a little louder by the closeness, "you 
have it angled a little too much, here, let me..."

"I?ve got it."

"What?s this?" his fingers touched my temple, it was throbbing enough with the 
touch.

"Nothing, now... just, wait outside will ya, I?ve got it."

"What?s wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Try again."

"I said nothing dammit," my eyes narrowed as I stopped the procedure and looked 
at him, "please... just wait outside."

"Tell me what?s going on?"

For the second, I wanted to. But the man?s threat, I couldn?t bring Alder into 
harms way. I shook my head, "look, it?s nothing, I?ve got it covered. A little 
bumpy repairs with the engineering team."

Alder folded his arms, "right, and you were off duty almost two hours ago. I 
took over Ops until Phillipa came, why didn?t you tell me about the repairs?"

"I think the repair team is more then capable to let you know. I was just 
giving them a hand. Some sparks, and what not, and this is what I got."

"You?re a bad liar. There were no repairs and there were no malfunctions I 
detected. This," he reached over and touched my lip which stung and tinged with 
blood, "was not by an explosion or any sort. You were in a fight, now tell me 
what happened."

I didn?t even notice I was bleeding, and the swell was getting worst as it felt 
like it was going to form a bubble. 

I sighed, but he cupped my face, "come on Anthony, tell me." I hissed at the 
sensitiveness of the bruises and he lightly let off a little.

He was forcing me to tell him. But as I looked into those green eyes, I 
realized that even if I was allowed to tell him, I still couldn?t admit I was 
about to commit murder. To save him.

"Don?t die on me," I said quietly.

"What?" as he frowned. 

I cringed. There were more important things to get done, "I?ve got to go." I go 
away from his light grasp, but then turned, "why don?t you take the next day 
off. I?ll cover you."

"Why do you need me..."

"Please, for me." I quickly cut him off and put more emphasis to my request. 
Plea was a better word. 

The frowned had deepened, "alright... I will. You want me to help you with that 
bruise?"

I shook my head, "no.. it?s okay." 

I left, taking the regenerator with me. 


                
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