Ratings: MC, IV
Set During: Season 1 Episode 1 “Emissary Part 1 & 2”
Jabara used her code to override the door to Garak’s quarter when he didn’t respond to her hail. She’d never known him not to respond. She was shocked when he fell halfway into the corridor, unconscious and looking worse than she’d ever seen him.
She ran a quick scan over Garak’s limp form; it was safe enough to move him. She got him out of the corridor and rolled him onto his side to ease his breathing. He had a broken rib that had punctured his lung, which was filling with fluid.
He groaned piteously when his wrist made contact with the floor.
“Good, you’re awake. Don’t go back to sleep. You’ve got a very bad concussion.”
Garak coughed slightly and a small amount of blood trickled out of his mouth. Jabara injected him with the strongest painkiller she had available to her. She knew that she wasn’t going to be able to repair all the damage, the damn Cardassian’s had destroyed any medical equipment they could.
Garak was nodding in and out of consciousness, despite his best efforts. The pain was beginning to dull a bit and all he wanted to do was sleep. Jabara noticed and began to talk to him while she worked.
“I’m going to set your rib and repair your lung. Then I’ll take a look at your skull. They gave you quite a beating.”
Garak groaned his agreement.
“Shhh. You need to rest right now. I’ll look at your wrist next. It looks terrible.” She began working on Garak’s head.
“Cold.” There was no gargling sound this time. He shivered and felt an immense wave of pain and nausea.
“You’re in shock. That’s part of why I want you to stay awake. I’ll get everything stabilized and then we can move you to the bed. I’m afraid I won’t be able to fix everything right away.”
“My equals.” He said sardonically.
“Yes. They wrecked most of sickbay. I’ll make you as comfortable as I can until Starfleet’s doctor arrives with the resupplies.”
“No, doctor.”
“Garak, I told you to be quiet. I’ll come by and repair the rest when I have the appropriate equipment.”
She gasped sharply at the readout on her tricorder. She’d never seen a bone so acutely damaged. Both the bones in Garak’s wrist had been nearly pulverized. It was going to take a few days for a good Osteo-regenerator to re-grow the bones.
She finished repairing and stabilizing what she could. “Alright, let’s get you into bed so you can rest.”
“Hum.” Garak wasn’t looking forward to this part, neither was Jabara.
Somehow they managed to get Garak onto the bed. Jabara started an IV drip of fluids to help fight the shock and tucked Garak under a heated blanket set to low. She made another quick scan to confirm that there was no cerebral swelling.
“It’s okay if you get some sleep now; I’d highly recommend it. I’ll be back in a few hours to check on you.”
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I acknowledge that Elim Garak, Julian Bashir, Cardassia, etc. are the property of either Paramount or CBS, not entirely sure which due to the changes in 2006. The story is however mine, and done solely for entertainment purposes.
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