It’s BAD. They’ve been running for a while now, trying to dodge the primal weapons being thrown at them; the native species hasn’t exactly been the most WELCOMING since the landing party transported down to the planet. Leonard curses, holding his phaser tightly, trying to not run in a straight line --
But suddenly he CRIES OUT as a spear catches him in the back. The blade digs into him, and he falters, stumbling over his feet. If they had been any closer to the natives, Leonard would probably have died from the blow -- but LUCKILY it only slows him down. His adrenaline is pumping, heart racing as he feels the blood dripping down his back. He’s going to be sick -- he’s going to -- He loses his footing and goes RIGHT down, smacking his head hard against a tree stump. He BLACKS out.
When he wakes, he’s lying face first on ROCK. It seems like it might be a cave -- he doesn’t know what happened... but he doesn’t seem to be a captive. His HEAD is spinning, and he tries to get up, only to feel a spike of pain in his back and uneasy. He COUGHS a few times, curling up on his side. “Fuck me. Jane? Spock? Anyone?”