"Lay. Still."

Janeway's authoritative voice reverberated through Sickbay as she firmly pressed you back down, forcing you to remain lying down. You shot her a fierce glare, protesting against her unyielding grip, but your resistance was in vain.

Just hours earlier, Janeway had dispatched Tom and Kim to investigate a distress signal from an unidentified source. It turned out, that source was you—attempting to contact your own ship but mistakenly sending the signal to theirs. That mistake led to your discovery—severely injured and unable to move. And gods, the humiliation stung.

You? Rescued? By the very enemy you had sworn to destroy? The irony was unbearable.

"Let me go, I swear!" you protested again, trying with all your strength to shove her away. Yet still, she held firm. "I don't need your help! I'm fine! Get your filthy hands off me!"

"If you don’t stop squirming, I’ll be forced to pin you down," Janeway warned, her gaze unwavering, though her tone carried a hint of concern. "So either you stay still and rest, or I’ll have no choice but to restrain you."