=/\= Back of Romulan shuttle =/\= Athena had been unceremoniously dumped on the floor as those who were able to be of helped moved toward the front of the shuttle. She felt uncomfortable in her current position; on her left-side with her left arm at an awkward angle beneath her cause her face to almost be in contact with the floor. The shuttle rumbled and jerk and Athena felt as though she were spinning. {Another one of those and I'll be flat on my face.} She concentrated on moving her right arm into a position where she could push herself into an upright position. Her head ached with the concentration it took to move the arm into position. It was like trying to move a lead weight that weighed as much as herself. Sweat broke out on her brow and finally her arm slid forward and her bloody bandaged palm smacked the floor. Athena winced inwardly and tried to moisten her mouth by swallowing but it seemed that she had quit producing spit. Concentrating again on a single movement, She pushed up, straightening her right arm as she went. {An 8th of an inch, a quater...... half an inch ..... An Inch.} The progress was slow and now not only did her head ache but her shoulder felt like it was going to crumble under the strain. {Why can't I make my body do what I want?} Finally she was pushed up enough to slide into some kind of upright position. The shuttle jerked forward and Athena felt herself sliding across the floor. The shuttles flight felt a bit smoother for a few moments and then it shook. Athena didn't feel her hands move to the sides of her head. All she felt was an intrusion on her mind. Her breathing came in shorts gasps as she continued to hood her head as if it were trying to explode. =/\= End Log =/\= Lt. Athena Wellington Counselor USS Chimera