DEEP SPACE NINE: "Inferno's Light" - REV. 12/17/96 - ACT THREE   27.

62   CONTINUED:

					IKAT'IKA
			Until tomorrow.

	Ikat'ika turns on his heels and walks away.

					WORF
			I'll be waiting.

63   INT. BARRACKS - NIGHT

	Bashir examines Worf, feeling his torso for injuries. 
	It's low-tech, but effective. Martok watches Bashir 
	work while the male Romulan keeps an eye on the 
	courtyard and the Breen sits impassively and stares 
	into space.

					BASHIR
			You've got three broken ribs... 
			maybe four.

					WORF
			They will heal.

					BASHIR
			Not if you keep fighting they 
			won't. You're lucky you didn't 
			puncture a lung. A body, even a 
			Klingon body, can only take so 
			much punishment.


					WORF
			I will fight.

					MARTOK
			It is the only honorable thing to 
			do.

					BASHIR
				(to Martok)
			He'll lose. And in this 
			condition, he might even die.

					WORF
			Then I will die. But I will not 
			yield.

					MARTOK
			You heard him. Now bandage his 
			ribs.

	Worf starts taking off his uniform. It's a painful 
	process.