DEEP SPACE NINE: "... Nor the... " - REV. 08/21/96 - ACT THREE   29.

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	Something in his voice makes Jake respond, he forces 
	himself up to his knees, shakes his head to clear it, 
	then moves to where the medkit lies on the ground...

					BURKE
			Hypo...

	Jake rummages for it, crawls to Burke with it.

					BURKE
			Sit me up.

	Jake takes him by the shoulder, starts to lift him, but
	a sharp gasp of pain escapes Burke's lips, making Jake 
	stop. He lets go, his hands now bloodied.

					BURKE 
			Do it. I'm not going to die with 
			my face in the dirt.

	Jake takes hold, and ignoring Burke's stifled groans of 
	pain, helps get him into a sitting position, his back 
	against the ditch wall. Burke struggles to catch 
	breath, contain the pain.

					BURKE
				(getting a grip on 
				himself)
			Okay...

	He takes the hypo from Jake, twists a dial, and injects 
	himself. A moment, then the painkiller begins to take 
	effect. His features soften a bit, but it's not 
	enough, he's still in a great deal of pain.

					BURKE 
			How's your head?

					JAKE
				(touching his temple)
			Hurts.

					BURKE 
			You're lucky I didn't kill you - 
			thought you were a Klingon. Have 
			you seen any?

					JAKE
			What?

					BURKE
				(impatient) 
			Klingons -- are there any patrols 
			around?