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Black Soul 2 - Chapter 3

Author - The One
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Black Soul 2

by The One

Disclaimers in Chapter 1

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Chapter Three

Malcolm swallowed hard as he made his way to Sickbay. Over the past day Trip’s condition had worsened. Trip was in a coma most of the time! Malcolm entered the dimly lit Sickbay. Dr. Phlox was leaning over Trips bio-bed, administering some kind of drug into his IV bag. Malcolm made his way up to the doctor.

“How is he?” Malcolm asked softly.

Dr. Phlox turned to face him.

“Not good. The Commander is in a coma with little chance of coming out of it.”

“Why were you keeping that beetle on board ship?” Malcolm asked.

“In case it was needed,” Dr. Phlox replied.

“Have you come any closer to a cure?”

“No. It’s all likely that when if I do, It will be too late to help the commander. I’m afraid he has twenty-four hours.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Knowing you and medical equipment., no.”

Malcolm chuckled softly remembering that time when he had fainted in the Sickbay while giving the crew immunizations. He had been deeply embarrassed. Malcolm sat down in the chair beside Trip

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“TRIP!”

The yell echoed in his head. Trip opened his eyes and blinked. There were clouds everywhere and the path seemed to go on and on. Trip slowly got to his feet and rubbed his head. Where was the doctor? More importantly where was the ship?! Trip began to walk, gazing to his left. He saw pictures hanging up in the air. On them was Trip at different ages in his life. One from one month old, another from twelve, one from thirty four and one from seventy two!. In the third picture he saw Jonathan Archer standing above him, yelling “TRIP!”

As Trip gazed he saw Dr. Phlox removing his surgical mask and Trip’s bio monitors. Trip heard a high pitched whine. Trip knew what the picture meant. He was dead and Jon was yelling at a corpse. Trip could hear him sobbing. Malcolm had tears running down his face as well. Trip continued walking and finally came to the Bridge! Trip ran over to Hoshi. “Hoshi,” Trip cried, but she couldn’t hear him. Trip ran over to Travis but was met with silence.Trip approached T’Pol and touched her shoulder. He felt the heat of her body radiate into his hand and up his arm. T’Pol looked up. Trip smiled. T’Pol saw only empty air. She got up from her chair and left the bridge, Trip looked down at her chronometer and knew her shift had ended. T’Pol entered the turbo lift with Trip behind her. Trip spoke.

“T’Pol, can ya hear me?” T’Pol looked over at the place where she heard the voice, but didn’t see anyone.

“Commander?” She asked.

T’Pol focused on one spot where the voice had come from. T’Pol watched as a shimmering form appeared. It transformed into the form of Trip Tucker!

T’Pol gazed at the Commander, freezing his image into her mind.

“T’Pol, I need help. I need ya to go ta Sickbay.”

“For what purpose?” she asked.

“If ya don’t. I’m goin’ta die!” Trip nearly yelled.

T’Pol looked at the frantic man then nodded her head and pushed another button.

TBC


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One person has made comments

huh? confusing. Can't wait for the next part, then i can find where this is going :D

Gd work