"Life goes on"

Posted on Fri Jul 26th, 2019 @ 5:52pm by Commodore Phoenix Lalor-Richardson

Mission: Episode 1: Hell is a four letter word
Location: Main Medical Bay
Timeline: MD 12 - Late
569 words - 1.1 OF Standard Post Measure

Hours had passed since Phoenix had been found and she had awoken minutes before to find herself in a federation medical bay… and not any federation medical bay, the Elysium’s. She could hear the rough tones of the Gorn CMO, and the lighter tones of his assistant chief though the walls of the small private room she had found herself in. She flexed her hand and felt, the material beneath it was not the normal fabric she knew was used in medical. Her fingers followed the ridges and dips and felt the tightly woven threads.

It was the throw from her couch. Her mother had woven it and embroidered it for her when she had been 15. Before she had left home. It held symbols of her people, of the 6 gods her people worshiped, and there, where her fingers nestled in the foliage of a tree was the symbol of one of the Triad,Fairan the goddess of Animals and Nature. She closed her eyes against a wave of emotion she had kept buried for years behind her mental walls. She knew the mental attacks had weakened her mind. She had, prided herself on being strong. Her mother, had been one of the major regrets she had, in leaving. Miran had been the other. The lessons of hiding her feelings and her mind from intrusion, she had learned early on, how to shield her mind, from Mira Solomon.

Now, as she sat there, she tried to sort through her memories. A knife in the stomach of a man with scared eyes, being shot, almost drowning twice, her crew naked and scared. Then she had confusing memories of being unchained, by Arri, she was sure. Gary giving her air as water had poured down on her, making it hard for her to breathe. Then hands pulling her up and through the hole above her as water lapped at them. And faces, she knew. Arri, Gary, and yet still junior crew, who she had never met.

There had been a conversation, about Evelyn Mountbatten and Arri was pissed. She would need to get the full story of that. It was all a jumble. But she knew where she was now, safe and secure. As was the rest of the team. Gary helping her to the shuttle and Ken, Ken had been there waiting for them. She had almost cried at the sight of him, but she knew better than to show it. She knew how close she had come to dying. She remembered nothing of being brought back on board. She had no idea how long she had been in medical. She could feel bandages on her wrists and angels, and she was, she could tell wearing one of the few pajama sets she had. A glance towards the table beside the bio bed, showed the outrageously colored socks Miran had given her for her birthday.

Yes her sister had been here. Ken too most likely. She raised a hand to her throat and felt a heavy chain there. She had left it with Miran for some reason when they had left. Now it was back where it belonged.

She closed her eyes again and relaxed into the pillow. She was safe, she had known that from the moment her crew had pulled her from a watery grave. She just prayed that she would make it through being in medical....

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