InsaneJournal

Who: Gaila (narrative)
What: aftermath from this.
When: Morning after that.
Where: New Orleans
Complete
Rating: R



Ensign Giles was dead, and she'd killed him. She didn't have a choice. If he'd reported her, she'd have been forced to take her own life. She couldn't go back to Orion, and she couldn't rot in a cell.

She didn't want to see Nyota's face if she found out.

Maybe..maybe it would be for the best. She was losing blood. So much blood. She was scared to die but she was starting to welcome the thought.

Gaila could hear something. Voices. She couldn't make out the words. She couldn't make out much of anything except the pain lancing through her side and stomach. She coughed up water, and tried to move, but hands stilled her. She didn't have the energy to do much more than that, not even open her eyes.

Scotty? The word was more of a squeak.

She felt herself lifted up. There were flashing lights and they hurt her eyes even though they were closed. Someone fitted an oxygen mask over her nose.

She coughed, breathing easier. Blonde hair, a graveyard wish, a fight and a phaser, "J...Janice? Why?"

Blackness fell over her again as she was sped to the hospital.