It was a scream to wake the dead. A high pitched utterance of pain and anguish that echoed throughout the ship’s corridors. The entirety of the ship seemed to stop for a moment, equipment and people alike. Everything ceased computers, monitors even the air circulating system halted, leaving the deep emptiness of space dead silent as if everything else had ceased to exist in this moment in time. Cole had been awakened by what he did not know, the air already growing stale in the seconds or minutes the air system had been down. Everything roared back to life the sound deafening after the silence Cole clutched his ears until the ringing ceased. His hand reaching for the intercom, a voice bursting into his room before he had time to call anyone, panicked “Come, now, hurry.” Cole’s mind buzzed it took him a few seconds longer then normal to recognize the voice belonging to the doctor. He was blabbering not making much sense. “Hold on, you’re fine I’ll get to you soon I’m sure I’m need elsewhere right now. “

“No.” The man shouted desperate pleading “You have to come here immediately, I can’t explained but you must.”

“I will, I promise. Calm down.”

“I can’t I don’t ever think I’ll be calm again.” His voice fading and the call terminated.

Cole pulled on a shirt stuffing his feet into his boots. Out in the corridor it was oddly quiet, he had expected more panic, people rushing to make sure equipment was in order civilians panicking for the sake of panicking. Instead he found only silence not a living soul on his way to medical. Uncomfortable even at this time of night that no one was in corridors making rounds or changing shifts. The med doors opened easily yet the lights were off and did not turn on even as he entered. He called out. “Hello, anyone here.” The question hung in the air heavy as in an unwanted intrusion minutes ticked by before he heard a sound deep within the darkness in one of the furthest corner. The lights flared on searing Cole’s retinas momentarily, a glimpse of movement from containment lead his gaze to doctor on the floor sealed in the containment room. “What are you doing in there.”

The doctor shivered his wild panic. “She.” He pointed toward where the sound had come from. “She.” He stammered.

Cole pressed further into medical pushing aside a curtain he found Luna Dagotto, alive. Her med sheet wrapped around her. She was huddled in a corner tracing the same pattern over and over on the wall.

“Luna.” He asked tentatively.

She looked up at him her eyes out of focus. “What happened to me.”

“You died.” He stammered more a statement of fact then an answer to her question.

She seemed to turn his words over in her mind before accepting them. “I thought so.” She returned to her pattern tracing. Cole swayed on his feet momentarily before pushing down all emotion. His mind racing to try to find a way to rationalize what was logical to what was happening. How to explain it? What to do with her? How would the crew take it? Questions ran through his mind...

Only part of chapter 2, sorry working on the rest.