Snippet #2601402

Stella’s eyes slowly opened the stark white of room amplifying the brightness of the light. Squinting she allowied her eyes to adjust as she gazed around in confusion. She was in Med Bay, but how? Panic took her until her eyes settled on Trip, allow a wave of calmness take over. -taking a shallow breath- her mind still compensating for her bodies injuries. Feeling no pain, -she took a deeper breath-, while opening the healing chamber doors. Stepping out of the chamber, feeling the smooth floor beneath her feet, breathing out again she asked, “Are you alright?" Pausing as her eyes scanned his frame. “Is everything stable?” Running her finger across her face and arm the -sighed- the healing chamber had done its job well, even the blister were gone. “Thanks…" she said with a smirk, tilting her head slightly, “I’d say you dragging me up here, makes us even.”

Stella took another deep breath as she turned, walking over to the console, her finger absently calling for status reports. She could ask the computer for the status of the other, but she didn’t want to hear cold, matter of fact responds that would follow. So breathlessly she inquired, “Are we the only survivors?” Lowering her head slightly praying for her shipmates. “I saw a lot of blood Trip…A lot.” She turned her head catching Trips eyes, searching his face for the truth of his response.