DEEP SPACE NINE: "Siege of AR-558" - REV. 10/13/98 - ACT FOUR   41.

68   CONTINUED:

					SISKO
			We will -- as soon as we can.

					QUARK
				(with growing anxiety)
			That's not good enough!

					SISKO
			I'm sorry, Quark.

	Quark's frustration is near the boiling point.

					QUARK
			Sorry? If you really cared about
			Nog you never would've sent him
			out on that patrol.

					SISKO
				(hard)
			Listen to me, Quark, because I'm
			only going to say this once... I
			care about Nog and every other
			soldier under my command.
			Understood? Every damn one of
			them.

	And with that, Sisko EXITS into the makeshift
	Infirmary.

69   INT. BASE CAMP - MAKESHIFT INFIRMARY - NIGHT

	CLOSE ON Nog, lying on a table. Though he's covered
	by a sheet, it should be clear his left leg has been
	amputated. Nog is awake, and though not feeling any
	pain (thanks to twenty-fourth century medicine), he's
	somewhat groggy. A solemn Sisko ENTERS and
	approaches the bed.

					NOG
			Captain...

	Nog instinctively tries to sit up, but Sisko puts
	out a restraining hand.

					SISKO
				(gently)
			At ease, ensign.

	Nog lies back down on the bed.