Stardate 35554
I woke from stasis in the arms of my engineer. My mind swarmed with emotions, relief and rage being first and foremost. I kissed him ferociously, waking him as well.
"Don't you do that to me ever again." I whispered dangerously.
"Never." He promised, then kissed me smoothly. He tasted surprisingly little like burnt ozone. Instead, a flavor not unlike licorice reigned.
This evening marks the first time I've gone to the rec room in several stellar cycles. Jackie always used to get me my rations.
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Medic's Log
FanfictionA series of snippets from the life of Ratchet, starting with his last suicide attempt.
