. Patterson watched Zak's face and quickly tapped his commbadge, "Patterson to Sickbay, Medical Emergency on the Bridge." Then he grabbed the older man's head, locking it in place. He called out, "C-Spine! Now!" calling for a cervical collar. Then he gazed solemnly into Zak's face and said clearly, "I relieve you, Commodore."
. Zak just groaned and muttered, "Did we make it through? Can we tell?"
. Patterson shook his head, "Not yet."
. At the Helm, LtCmdr. Jason Carter groaned, then checked the console. "No helm control," he reported, "but, we're not tumbling anymore."
. On the floor behind the Tactical Station, LtCmdr. Denovan Hawke picked himself up off the deck and pulled up to his dark console. "No Tactical systems either," he reported.
. At the Operations Console, LtCmdr. Tabeshk Tibris rubbed his head, "Ow, what the frick, man?" He glanced around, "Everyone else okay? I can't see sh-- ... never mind."
. Near the Science Station, LtJG. Jackson Carshel picked himself up, rubbing his wet forehead, then glancing at his bloody hand. "Aww, man," he exclaimed, "can I go one day without bloodshed?" He felt around his console and found the emergency flashlight. He flipped the switch and said, "Let there be light!"
. "Checking backup systems," Den announced, then noticed Patterson holding Zak's head. He quickly moved to the emergency medkit and rushed to Patterson's side. "Here, Colonel."
. As if he'd had some kind of prescient ability (which he actually didn't have), Dr. Shadow K'Trevala stepped onto the Bridge, having climbed up four decks' worth of ladders in near record time. While he wasn't a psychic with the ability to see the future, he was a strong empath and telepath and he'd sensed the Commodore's pain and injury before the ship had even stopped lurching and had started up the ladders as soon as they were stable. He helped Patterson and Den put the cervical collar on Zak, locking it into place.