[center][color=#00BFFF][h1]Jack Daniels[/h1][/color][/center]
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[b]¶ Interactions/Mentions -[/b] None
[b]¶ Time/Location -[/b] Medical Bay 4th level, east. Unknown time and date. 
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Waking up was nothing short of jarring. One moment everything was peaceful and Jack was still happily immersed in the embrace of his dreams, then he was literally shocked out of it. Feeling as if a thousand hand-buzzers were pressing in on him, Jack fought his way out of the sleep chamber. He doesn't know how long he was clawing at the gel-covered mask and I.V's inserted into him, trying to escape, but when he finally got the last one out and he was allowed to fall forward onto the metal floor and breath in the fresh air the relief was beyond words. His body shaking, he spent a good few minutes just laying on the floor and taking deep breaths until the chill slowly seeping into his bones forced him to return to reality. 

[color=#00BFFF]“W-worst wa-wakeup ever…”[/color]

Not even bothering to leave his spot on the floor, Jack simply pulled himself into a slightly more comfortable sitting position, his arms crossed in front of his chest to try and preserve some heat. His dark brown eyes moved across the room taking in his surroundings as it became clear that he was alone. Where was everyone? Why was he waking up alone? Did something go wrong? Did his sleep pod malfunction? If so, why just his? Was it just his? Did the lights just flicker? The protocol for this was so not covered during the six months of training from hell. Running a hand through his light-brown hair, he scrunched his nose up at the feeling of the drying gel covering him and a heavy sigh escaped him. This situation was definitely not ideal…what he wouldn’t give right now for a boiling hot bath and a good book.

First things first, though, he needs to find somebody from the current shift – find out what the heck is happening, what the problem is and how to fix it. Then he can go back to sleep in his pod until he has a – hopefully better – awakening for the seventh shift. As well as pants…he’s not about to search the entire ship in just his boxers. Standing up on slightly shaky legs, Jack leaned against the nearest wall for support.

[color=#00BFFF]“Right. Pants and people. Let’s go find some…”[/color]

[i]Preferably in that order…[/i]

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