(Trigger warnings: rape and abuse
Isaac knew it was over when then sound of gunshots became more infrequent, then died entirely, and he knew they'd lost when the alarm kept sounding, blaring its warning out to a crew that was all either dead or captured.
All of them except for Isaac, who had barricaded himself inside the medical bay while he waited for the fighting to end. He wouldn't do any good out there—would only get in the way of those who actually knew how to handle a gun, and in here he could at least let in any of their people who needed medical attention. He'd expected someone to come to him, with the amount of gunfire he heard through the walls, but no one had even paged him.
He was alone, holding his breath, until the pirates started banging on the door of the medical bay.
Isaac backed up until his back hit the wall. Finally they got tired of trying to force the door and shot the lock out. Isaac jumped and whipped his hands in the air, showed he wasn't armed. That was his only chance, that they'd let him live because he was a doctor, and not offering them any trouble. The patch on his jacket indicating his profession was his best defense here. He'd read the statistics, knew that medical professionals were the most likely to survive pirate occupation of a vessel.
Surviving was the least of his worries. What might come after was what concerned him.