Jonathan Archer clenched and unclenched his fist. Once, twice, several times...
There was definitely something wrong with him.
An ache in all his joints, not just his fingers. A weariness in his bones, an exhaustion that just wouldn't go away, no matter how much he rested during the day, how many hours of sleep he got at night. It went beyond a simple adjustment to prison life, he was certain of that, even though Rava One's doctors dismissed his complaints as bellyaching.
He looked up from the cot he was sitting on.
Tomon, one of the prison guards -- Archer's least favorite guard, in...