[ He always has been better at chess than cards. Maybe it's not a surprise the Romulan called his bluff. Not that it matters, when his last thought, before he slips into blackness, is that it's a damn shame he's dying. He can feel La'an's fingers gentle on his hair, hear her voice even as he slides under, and that's not such a bad way to go, really. Not how he'd expected, but then, is it ever?
She'll do it. He has no doubt of that, even as the darkness takes him. He's never met anyone like her. Saving the timeline is small potatoes for La'an Noonien-Singh. And, by God, it was a hell of adventure to have been his last.
Which is why it's so surprising when consciousness returns, along with a glaring light in his eyes and a feeling like something enormous stepped directly on his chest. He coughs, then instantly regrets it as pain washes through him. His face crumples as he squints through the light, unable to roll to his side. That gentle beeping... it sounds like a biobed. He blinks, his eyes focusing, and recognizes the calm, muted ceiling of sickbay. ]
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She'll do it. He has no doubt of that, even as the darkness takes him. He's never met anyone like her. Saving the timeline is small potatoes for La'an Noonien-Singh. And, by God, it was a hell of adventure to have been his last.
Which is why it's so surprising when consciousness returns, along with a glaring light in his eyes and a feeling like something enormous stepped directly on his chest. He coughs, then instantly regrets it as pain washes through him. His face crumples as he squints through the light, unable to roll to his side. That gentle beeping... it sounds like a biobed. He blinks, his eyes focusing, and recognizes the calm, muted ceiling of sickbay. ]
Uh.
[ His voice sounds strange, rusty. ]
What the hell?