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2374; "The Regal 'Accident'" - Empok Nor Fanfic
2374; "The Regal 'Accident'"
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Apr. 2nd, 2006 | 08:19 pm
This is a fanfic about the shuttle accident that Colleen's parents were involved in, told from their perspective.
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Apr. 2nd, 2006 11:34 pm (UTC)
“We aren’t sure…the crash analysts will give you that information when they’re finished inspecting the site. I suspect part of it is because you were wearing your safety restraint. Though it’s a miracle, at that speed, that it didn’t do more damage to you than it did. We’ve healed the brush burns it gave you, and your other injuries. You should be up and around by the end of today.”
“Thank God, I’ll be able to see him,”
Erin said. She had been worried they wouldn’t let her, even after they were transferred to StarMed.
“When will we get to the hospital?”
“Soon, hopefully. In a few minutes. After they’ve got him stable, they’re going to beam him down. I’ll go check on his status for you.”
“Thank you, Doctor,”
Erin said emphatically. When the doctor came back, she said nothing, but looked fairly confused.
Erin asked, concerned.
“How is he?”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. O’Donnell, but I’m not authorized to tell you.”
What BS was this? Erin thought.
“What the hell do you mean?”
“It’s classified, I’m sorry. I was going to offer to contact a relative for you…but I’ve just been ordered not to. You don’t know anything about this?”
Erin stared at the doctor, who was genuinely confused.
“No, and I don’t care if it’s ‘classified’,”
she said angrily.
“I want to know what’s going on with my husband!”
“I don’t know, Mrs. O’Donnell. I’m sorry—they won’t tell me either. I don’t have Starfleet clearance on level 9.”
Erin asked, her voice betraying the significance of that number.
“Yes, that’s what they told me. I’m very sorry. You’ll have to wait until you get to StarMed. Admirals are generally the ones with clearance that high. They did tell me that as soon as we’re in orbit, and he’s stable, they’re beaming him down for emergency surgery. But they won’t tell me anything else.”
The color started to drain from Erin’s face. There was one thing she knew could warrant such secrecy at a time like this. One reason why they had to design a shuttle in one day, why they lost their nacelle, and why they couldn’t contact Colleen. Section 31.
“Mrs. O’Donnell? Do you need a vomit tray?”
She looked like she was going to be sick, the doctor noted.
“I’ll be fine, thank you,”
Erin managed to say. She wasn’t sure that she meant it.
When they got in orbit around Earth, they beamed directly down to StarMed. Erin was told to stay in her room for a few more hours so they could keep her under observation. She waited anxiously, staring at the walls and trying not to go insane from suspense and worry. Finally, a Starfleet Admiral walked into her room.
“Mrs. O’Donnell, my name is Admiral Solon, and I suspect you have some questions,”
“It’s about time, Admiral,”
Erin said, the anger in her voice very apparent. Whenever she was angry, one could hear her Irish accent getting thicker. But even if Solon didn’t know she didn’t normally speak with a thick Irish accent, he definitely could tell she was angry.
“I’m sorry…there were certain things I needed to take care of before coming to you. Computer, level 9 security lock,”
the computer complied, and he turned to Erin.
“First of all, how are you?”
“I’m fine. I want to know what’s going on,”
she said, still angry.
“Start with Patrick.”
The admiral sighed.
“They’re still working. He’s been in surgery for a while now. I’m sorry that we couldn’t give you his status. We couldn’t risk anything leaving the room he was in. The crash was not because of pilot error, and it wasn’t because of a shuttle malfunction.”
Erin’s expression changed slightly, from pure anger to anger with a bit of fear as well.
“Someone rigged the shuttle?”
she asked, knowing that was the only option left. Her fears were confirmed.
“Yes. We’ll talk a bit about that in a moment. First…Patrick.”
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