The moment Hunter touches him, the memory changes again, triggered by the feeling of a hand on his back.
Jimmy lashes out when the nurse reaches for him, unsure if the hands are meant to hurt or help but not wanting to take the risk, batting them away with a good deal of force. He's damn near feral, rapidly skittering away from the touch and seeking out a wall to put his back against, so no one can sneak up behind him again, fearful hands raised to defend himself.
He doesn't know where he is. This isn't the cave on Tarsus, or one of the abandoned houses that once held one of the bodies now buried in a mass grave outside of town. It's too clean and shiny, so bright that it almost hurts his eyes, and there's an odd roar rattling through the floor and the walls, a droning sound that doesn't go away no matter how long it lasts.
His eyes don't want to focus on the faces around him, nameless faceless people just like Kodos' men, until a shiny golden arrowhead on the closest person's chest catches his attention. Starfleet.
Fucking Starfleet.
"Where's Tommy?" he demands, and though the adrenaline is coursing through his body, his thin arms tremble from the effects of two months of starvation. "Where the hell is he? I want to see him."
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Jimmy lashes out when the nurse reaches for him, unsure if the hands are meant to hurt or help but not wanting to take the risk, batting them away with a good deal of force. He's damn near feral, rapidly skittering away from the touch and seeking out a wall to put his back against, so no one can sneak up behind him again, fearful hands raised to defend himself.
He doesn't know where he is. This isn't the cave on Tarsus, or one of the abandoned houses that once held one of the bodies now buried in a mass grave outside of town. It's too clean and shiny, so bright that it almost hurts his eyes, and there's an odd roar rattling through the floor and the walls, a droning sound that doesn't go away no matter how long it lasts.
His eyes don't want to focus on the faces around him, nameless faceless people just like Kodos' men, until a shiny golden arrowhead on the closest person's chest catches his attention. Starfleet.
Fucking Starfleet.
"Where's Tommy?" he demands, and though the adrenaline is coursing through his body, his thin arms tremble from the effects of two months of starvation. "Where the hell is he? I want to see him."