[Bones' Away Mission] -- [Juxta Colony]
Juxta colony
He'd been here less than a day before the bombing began. The medical staff seemed surprised - despite the long war going on this planet, civilians were generally considered off-limits, and usually never touched.
Not today.
The insurgents' aim was good. They'd managed to hit their soft target - in this case the hospital Bones had been temporary stationed - from outside the colony perimeter. Bones looked back as he was running and saw the surgery unit exploding behind him.
He prayed that no one had been in there.
Someone has said there was a bomb shelter near the entrance, so everyone headed that way. Still clinging to his medical bag, Bones had almost made it around the corner when another round went off, and the wall next to him collapsed.
There was a bitter look on his face as he slumped to the floor. There was blood on his shirt. His blood. And it was on the floor. A lot of it on the floor.
Even a less skilled physician could have seen how bad his injuries were. If he didn't get help soon, he'd be dead in hours.
What was it that George Kirk had said? What are you going to regret if you died in twelve minutes? What kind of fucking irony was that - he was going to die here on this godforsaken planet and he'd never told Jim how much he needed him, how much he wanted him. Wanted to wait for the right time.
At least I showed him I loved him. Now we'll never have that. My fault. Too proud, too scared, too unwilling to believe in Jim, in them.
He winced in pain as he felt his breathing become shallower, something sharp poking his lungs. Fucker... he was right, Bones told himself as the world around him narrowed into a dark tunnel, head ringing. Should have told him. Knew he knew, thought that was enough, that he knew. Should have told him. Should-
And the world went black.
He'd been here less than a day before the bombing began. The medical staff seemed surprised - despite the long war going on this planet, civilians were generally considered off-limits, and usually never touched.
Not today.
The insurgents' aim was good. They'd managed to hit their soft target - in this case the hospital Bones had been temporary stationed - from outside the colony perimeter. Bones looked back as he was running and saw the surgery unit exploding behind him.
He prayed that no one had been in there.
Someone has said there was a bomb shelter near the entrance, so everyone headed that way. Still clinging to his medical bag, Bones had almost made it around the corner when another round went off, and the wall next to him collapsed.
There was a bitter look on his face as he slumped to the floor. There was blood on his shirt. His blood. And it was on the floor. A lot of it on the floor.
Even a less skilled physician could have seen how bad his injuries were. If he didn't get help soon, he'd be dead in hours.
What was it that George Kirk had said? What are you going to regret if you died in twelve minutes? What kind of fucking irony was that - he was going to die here on this godforsaken planet and he'd never told Jim how much he needed him, how much he wanted him. Wanted to wait for the right time.
At least I showed him I loved him. Now we'll never have that. My fault. Too proud, too scared, too unwilling to believe in Jim, in them.
He winced in pain as he felt his breathing become shallower, something sharp poking his lungs. Fucker... he was right, Bones told himself as the world around him narrowed into a dark tunnel, head ringing. Should have told him. Knew he knew, thought that was enough, that he knew. Should have told him. Should-
And the world went black.