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✌- A drunk/drugged text
[text] slu canf fel ma legs
[text] pr lips nor sur
[text] in th botny lab
[text] tht weird newplat bloomd
Jim banged his arm against the cabinet he lay beside. The numbness had spread, rending him a mostly-immovable lump on the floor. Any movement he did have was vastly uncoordinated, difficult to manage. At least he was still breathing, if wheezily, throat feeling clogged.
It wasn’t an allergic reaction, at least, of that he was reasonably sure.
His head turned sharply at the sound, and Sulu was immediately moving towards the source of the sound, his steps hurried. When he reached Kirk, he made a noise in the back of his throat at the state he was in as he reached down to place the filtering mask on his face.
"We need to get you to medbay." But the trouble was that Kirk didn't seem too mobile at the moment. Sulu paused for a moment before he pulled the captain up, trying to see first if he could stand.
