Baby

[Nika Raskov]

Nika slept, dreamless.  Awareness returned piecemeal.  She felt beaten.  Chewed up and spit out by something.  Her mind was still in a fog.  The bed was uncomfortable.  It took her a minute. 
 
This was not her bed.

Nika’s eyes shot open.  The room was dim, hazy.  Why was it hazy?  Million dollar question.  It’s certain to be important later.  Her gaze flicked around amid a confused expression.  Sure it was your basic Athari med room but...where and why?  That was the trouble with standardization, she supposed.  Rarely a clue where-

The thought cut short upon suddenly seeing and -feeling- the strange person's appendage on her bed.  

Well, it’s not your bed.  Possession is nine-tenths of the law?  Are you serious right now?  Who the fuck’s head is that?  Not the first time you’ve asked that question.  Nika almost laughed at that memory.  At least this one is still attached?  Why is she holding your hand?  That revelation drew a sharp intake of breath coupled with an extraction so swift it could have left the impression she’d been burned.

Drugged.  She was drugged.  The haze.  Shit.