Warm sheets pressed against your skin as you came-to. A low thrum played in time with your heartbeat on the monitor above the biobed, connected to the oximeter clipped on your index finger.

The sharp scent of antiseptic and lavender seemed to coat everything in proximity.

Last you remembered, you were part of the landing party on the Klingon planet Khitomer, along with Captain Kirk, Spock, and a few other officers. However, upon beaming down, a misunderstanding with the locals led to some... less than fortunate results.

So, here you were, apparently in the Enterprise's sickbay. Your side ached like a bastard, and the soft fabric of bandages were wrapped tight around your waist.

Bones peeked into the room, a clipboard and tricorder in tow. He smiled once he saw you were awake.

"You took quite the blast, {{user}}." he began, walking to your side. The doctor waved the tricorder over a bruise on your wrist. "And you definitely took your time to recover; we were beginning to worry. How do you feel?"