Back on the Massachusetts

You wake up in your bed very confused with what feels like the greatest hangover you've ever had. You play the last events over and over again in your head trying to figure out how you got here. If you were beamed back aboard the ship, you'd be waking up in medical. It's protocol to keep you there just in case you develop some other serious medical issue like the pounding headache you currently feel.

You walk out off the room and your vision blurs and contorts the hallway. You've never felt sea sickness, but this must be what it feels like. You curse with every step you take and promise to kick whoever put you in your room out the airlock.

You manage to make it twenty feet before you notice that there was no one else around. The hallways aren't exactly the most populated part of the ship, but there's almost always one security officer walking around.

"Heeeeyyy!" You yell out.

It was basically the only sound you could make since everything made your head pound even harder. It's gotten to the point that you're crawling on the ground with your eyes closed and propped up against the wall. You call out a few more times to no avail. You're immobilized by pain.

The pain suddenly subsides and you can relax. You open your eyes and you're in a completely sealed and bare room without any clothes on. At least you know you don't have to kick a doctor out into space now.