Resurrection - Part One

Posted on Wed Sep 1st, 2010 @ 5:20pm by Lieutenant JG Jason Fisher

955 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Structured Shoreleave - Marchwiel
Location: Medical Facility - Deep Space Five
Timeline: Four Weeks Ago

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'Mikaela...'

It was his final thought. The girl he had loved for so long, but had been to afraid to admit it. Either to her or, more importantly, to himself. As the pain ripped through his chest, he regretted never telling her. His knees hit the deck of the strange alien vessel, just as the blue glow of the transporter beam begun to enfold him, but he already knew that it was too late. It those fractions of a second, he knew that by re-emerged in the transporter room of the Serenity he would already be dead. He closed his eyes and pictured her face one last time...

and allowed himself to let go...

***

His chest hurt. His head hurt. In fact a dull pain was pulsing through his entire body. Suddenly Jason Fisher was concious that he was concious. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to open his eyes. He didn't know how long they had been closed but he knew that it must have been a long time because the light was blinding. It took a few moments for his brain to begin process the scenario he was currently experiencing.

"Wow." he said, as his eyes began to adjust to the light, "Heaven's nothing like I imagined it."

"This isn't heaven," a soft, gentle, female voice said, "and, despite what some would have us believe, it's not hell either."

"I'm not dead?" he asked, confused.

"Not any more." the voice replied.

"Ah." Fisher said, initially contented before thinking about the comment for a while. As he did so, his brow began to furrow. "I was dead?"

"For about five days."

"Wow." Fisher stared at the ceiling, attempting to take in that last piece of information. It was several minutes before he spoke again. "Where am I?" he finally asked, trying to move, but finding that to be a very difficult proposition. Eventually, he managed to turn his head in the direction of the voice.

"You're in the infirmary on Deep Space Five. I'm Doctor Adams - the chief medical officer, here."

"Pleased to meet you." Fisher replied with a half-smile. The Bajoran doctor was beautiful in an honest sort of way, and clearly a woman of incredible patience. "How did I get here?" he asked, "I remember being shot and then..." He paused as he remembered his final thoughts, not ones that he wanted to share right now...

"You are full of questions, aren't you." Doctor Adams observed, walking further into the room and approaching Fisher's bedside.

"You just told me I was dead for five days." Fisher replied with a fraction of indignation. "I think I'm entitled to ask questions."

Adams smiled, cocking her head slightly to one side, "I suppose you are." she replied, with a hint of a smile, "I suppose you are." She tapped a few keys on the console above Fisher's biobed and the headrest and back support began to rise slowly. Fisher visibly winced as the bed altered and forced the muscles in his back and abdomen to tense.

"Moments after you were shot," Adams began, cautiously, "you were transported back aboard the Serenity. The medical team in attendance pronounced you dead at the scene, however, when they moved your body back to sickbay, scans showed up some continuing neural activity, although the damage to your heart and lungs was too great to contemplate trying to repair." The doctor shifted nervously from one foot to the other as she recounted the events. "On the basis that you were, by all accounts, dead, Doctor Daniels proposed freezing your body, cryogenically, in hope that, with the increased facilities that we have here on Deep Space Five, we would be able to find a way to save your life." She paused, took a breath and smiled, "I'm pleased to say we were successful. You have an artificial heart, a synthetic left lung, and, as you know, have been restored to conciousness." she concluded sounding just a little too pleased with herself. Quickly checking her expression, she added, "It will take time for you to fully recover, but all our readings, so far, suggest you will be able to return to duty within the next month."

Fisher did not look at the doctor as she spoke, instead he simply stared in to the space in front of him. It was difficult to listen to the story, but he felt that he needed to know what had happened to him.

"Do you feel better now that you know?" Adams asked, noting line the young lieutenant's gaze, is eyes almost glazed over.

"Not really." Fisher replied, honestly.

"How do you feel, physically?" the doctor continued to press.

"I still ache." said Fisher still not looking at her. "And I'm tired."

"Again," Adams replied, "that's quite understandable." She took a couple of readings from the bio-bed control panel, before tapping a couple of keys which returned the bed to its horizontal position. As if from nowhere, she produced a hypospray and pressed it in to Fisher's neck. "This will help you relax." she said, "Get some rest, now and I'll be back to check on you in a few hours."

Fisher closed his eyes and attempted to relax his mind, which, considering the amount and the nature of the information he had just received, was not the easiest of things to do. "Doctor?" he said, quietly, eyes still closed as he began to feel the contents of the hypospray take effect.

"Yes," Adams replied, turning back towards the recovering officer.

"Thank you."

Adams didn't reply, simply smiled to herself and exited the room, leaving her patient to sleep.

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