. . . 2266. . .
. . . June 3rd. . .
I was still in the pillar of darkness. I could feel pain in my legs. There are three words I prefer to associate it with on the scale of pain: twisting, ugly, and blistering. I was very much afraid, not that I have never been afraid. I could still get pictures from other people's minds. Some of the images were cups of water, a image of me on the bed apparently undergoing a gradual change featuring my skin changing colors (Which was from Robin. That I knew because of the attached sad feeling that was overwhelming.), and another of a smoothie. I didn't have the stomach to eat nor could I get up right and request for a drink to satisfy my drought.
"He is being transferred to a science vessel,Nurse." McCoy said.
So not only am I out, but I can feel pain in my legs and hear conversations.
"Oh." The nurse said.
I then could hear the sound of wheels moving.
Was I on a gurney?
I thought this era was so technologically superior than mine! Well, not really. That was sarcasm. Gurneys in my era have evolved to a different version of the hoverboard that still need to be handled by people. It is anti-gravity fueled I believe. I just know that much about it including it is state of the art technology. The wheels were creating friction against the floor making a audible low screech.
God, does it hurt to have excellent hearing.
Suddenly I could sense a strong,yet powerful presence nearby.
I saw a picture of myself in my head slowly being reconfigured. My skin was a dull shade of green. My once Caucasian skin that lacked any sort of differences were decorated in seemingly scales. At least there was change in the sad image of myself. I could feel guilt. Now, I am no empath but this image has a attached feeling.
My right hand shot up then grabbed onto a wrist alongside the rail (the rail is very cold to the touch).
"Doctor, why is his hand like that?" The Nurse asked.
"He is likely having a bad dream." McCoy noted.
It wasn't your fault, idiot, I thought, It was mine.
Then I heard a voice belonging to Trelane come into my head.
Oh yes it is!, Trelane insisted, Don't argue with me. Just is!
No, it wasn't, I thought.
Let go of my hand, human, Trelane thought back.
No, I thought, I won't.
You can't hold on forever, Trelane noted.
I can hold on long as I can, I related back, A man's grasp is more sturdier when he is afraid.
At first there was a extensive silence.
I give it five minutes to be exact.
. . .You are scared?, Trelane finally asked.
I don't know what a Science Vessel is, I replied, nor am I sure if I am going to be okay or not. I don't know what my future is! I don't like being afraid and unsure! That is just not my style. Like when am I going to be able to be see?
I felt a hand place itself on my shoulder, reassuringly.
You lived in a era that was a constant hell, Trelane reminded me, in my humble opinion. It reminds me a lot of the movie 'The Watchmen' except without all that gorey scenes. I could visualize Trelane shuddering, strangely, when I didn't know him that well. Being afraid is your weapon. Your greatest weapon. It forces you to do things you normally would not do. So for here on out: I can reassure you that life will be hell for the rest of your stay.
That's because I knew my environment and grew up in that universe, I replied, Not this!
Trelane took his hand off my shoulder.
Oh grow a backbone, Trelane replied, this universe is not all utopia! In fact it is a lot like your universe!
MY UNIVERSE DOES NOT HAVE STARSHIPS!, I shouted back strongly this time letting go of Trelane's wrist.
You've given me bruises!, Trelane complained, I never get bruises! Bad Chris! Bad Chris!
If I were in a lighter mood then I would have laughed.
I didn't even grab your wrist that hard, I noted, you should get out more . . . Pale god!
Hey!, Trelane snapped back, I am not pale!
I recalled the ending of the novel Q-squared that my grandfather read to me.
How did you get out of time-loop?, I asked.
Depends which one you are talking about, Trelane said.
THE BOOK, DAMN IT!, I stressed.
Oh, that. It never happened. I could imagine Trelane flicking away a small galaxy using his fingers. Just human madness.
Trelane, you were utterly defensive about the book, I pointed out,stop lying.
This would be a appropriate time for Trelane to sigh.
Which Trelane did.
My other father dealt with the other me, Trelane replied, I don't know what happened but I never seen that dark dressed me ever since.
. . . . Your. . . .other. . . father? It was quite shocking to hear it from Trelane. Are your parents gay or something?
WHY OF COURSE NOT!, Trelane fumed.
In my mind came a asteroid crash landing into the planet Earth.
Then why did you refer to him as your other father?, I asked.
Because he isn't my father, Trelane replied quite simply.
I am confused, I replied.
It is simple, really, just to cover up my true heritage until I was old enough. . . Trelane started to explain. If my heritage were told when I was just a baby then everyone would have looked at me differently and so I would get the biased reputation of my father. However, I was given the chance to make my own reputation!
Reputation. . . I repeated.
Yes, reputation. I could visualize Trelane nodding. Do I need to repeat myself?
I visualized a big fat 'no' to Trelane.
I am not afraid anymore, so take your idiot hand with you and your continuum politics. I replied in a cool and icely manner. Reputation sounds a lot like political money when you say it.
Reputation. . . Political money. . . Trelane repeated. I don't see the connective tissue between the two.
Conversing with Trelane has helped me not think about the pain I am experiencing.
My hand fell down to my side off the cold slick metal rail.
The gurney was placed onto a transporter pad. That I knew because of the wheels trembling against the stairs. It is also the occasion where Trelane's presence vanished into thin air. I heard the sound of what apparently is beaming. It was melodical, smooth, cheery, and sounded a lot like someone skillfully played a piano. It occurred to me before I fell asleep that I was no longer on the Enterprise.
The last I could feel was the pain in my legs.