Script segments 4-15-97 Star Trek Voyager Episode: Coda Adaptation by Patti Keiper Written by Jeri Taylor Chapter Three -------------------------------------------------------------- Chakotay had no idea how long he had been unconscious after the crash or how long Kathyrn had been without oxygen but he wasn't going to just give up without a fight. Quickly, he set into action to save her life. He injected a hypospray of cordrazine at the base of her throat. Normally the drug restored heartbeat and breathing instantaneously but he saw no immediate change in her condition. Chakotay would have to revive Kathryn using much older methods he half recalled learning from the Maquis. A mechanical tone sounded and the computer came on line, "Warning! Hydrozine gas levels at 112 parts per million. Begin evacuation procedures." The commander swore. He couldn't work on the captain here. The poisonous fumes were too high. Chakotay knew now that they had to get out or the gas leak would quickly incapacitate him, too. He pulled the outer hatch release and swung the medkit by its straps across his back, dragging the captain to the open hatchway by her shoulders. It was a gale at the edge of the ramp. Chakotay gathered her up into his arms and peered out into the storm. The constant lightning strikes were dangerously close. He'd have to find cover for them both before he could effectively treat Kathryn. He saw a cliff a short distance away and a crevasse. Panting he made his way over the rocks with her as fast as he could trying not to think of the time slipping away. He kept looking down at her and at the ground, hastily keeping outcroppings from hitting her head or tripping his feet. The bolting energy in the sky made his perspective dizzying at best. Shifting the captain's weight within a numbing grip, Chakotay ducked and hurried into the stony grotto he had found. Inside there was light enough to see and the wind's force was greatly reduced by the overhanging boulders. Chakotay set Janeway down in the first open area he saw. "Hang on, Kathryn." he said as he threw the medkit on the grass by her head. Her color was horrible, her skin a muddy blue. Was he too late? he wondered. It was a thought which sliced through his heart and left him cold. The commander took a couple of deep breaths and opened her mouth by tilting Kathryn's head back. The stench of hydrozine was strong on her uniform and hair and almost made him cough but he made a good seal over her lips blew out hard. He felt his breath go into her lungs easily. Her throat hadn't swelled shut from the gas as he had feared might have happened. Chakotay breathed for her once more and moved to her chest, starting the CPR measures he had never had to use before. "Breathe! Damn it, breathe!!" he shouted as he counted out the chest compressions in his head. "Don't you die on me now. Come on, Kathryn. Breathe!" Chakotay could feel his own fatigue, his own fear as he worked. His own breathing came in painful gasps. Pausing, he leaned down and gave her another huge breath, wondering if he was doing things right, wondering if the compressions were circulating any of her blood at all. Her face was still pale, her lips blue. There was no way of knowing if she was responding. Chakotay didn't want to waste any more time to get out the medical tricorder again to check. "Listen to me, Kathryn. You've got to breathe. Please! Breathe!" Desperate, he began to push down harder each time, "Come on! Come on!" Then he remembered the cordrazine. Before he knew it, the hypo was in his hand and had activated against her neck. Kathryn flushed, reacted powerfully, and began choking. "Yes!" he breathed. He tossed away the hypo and carefully held her head back and she attempted to inhale. It was the most beautiful sound in the world. Chakotay felt a huge weight shatter and fall away from him and he felt himself smile. Janeway started, she wasn't alone anymore. On a deep level, Kathryn knew who was beside her, "Chakotay...." She said and subsided into moans as she became aware of her sore head and body. She concentrated on getting as much of the cool, fresh air into her as she could manage. The burning pain in her chest began to recede. Chakotay could hardly believe the rapid pulse he found under her jaw. He checked down her sternum to see if he had injured her at all. But she was breathing well, without the distress of broken ribs. He felt her hand hit his arm as she struggled to focus. He took her hand into his own as if it were an anchor. Kathryn was alive and conscious. He felt his mind snap back into place, "Don't ever do that to me again." he sighed in relief, gripping her hand tightly. He held her head still to ease her discomfort. Janeway had guessed what had happened to her judging from the dull pain sitting in her throat and chest, "Thanks." she gasped, though a question remained in her eyes. Chakotay got out the subdural inducer and ran its healing rays over the gash on her forehead, "You went into shock" he said being intentionally vague, "You gave me quite a scare there for a minute. This should help reduce your cranial swelling." He stopped talking for a moment while he caught his breath, "You should have a headache for a while." Captain Janeway counted her blessings, "I'll live with it." she joked, knowing that she could take any pain killers with a head injury. Chakotay watched her closely as he packed up the medkit and drew out his field tricorder for a proximity scan. He wanted to know what other surprises the planet had in store for them. Kathryn needed further treatment as well. He wasn't convinced they could wait for help much longer without some risk to her. He pulled off his combadge, "We need to set up a homing signal." he said, thinking aloud. Muzzy, the captain groaned as she started to sit up. Chakotay restrained her still not knowing how badly she was injured, "Hey, take it easy." he warned. Janeway laid back down and reassured him, "I'm all right... Chakotay, we're going to need the blankets," her voice dissolved into a cough, ".. and the rations." Chakotay rocked back onto his heels, glad to see she was thinking so clearly, "I can get them. You set up the homing signal." He pressed the badge and tools into her hand, "Here." Kathryn closed her eyes, catching her breath for a moment. Chakotay cradled her face in one hand to see if she was recovered enough to be alone for a short time. She met his gaze evenly to show she was ready to help out. Convinced, the first officer let her go, "At least the storm seems to be dying." he noticed. Janeway nodded, agreeing with him, "Hmmm."