Friday, February 25, 2011

A Space Story 50

            Zemwell Tickbird woke up in the medical center.  Therazan Sajan was sitting by his bedside.
            “What happened?” said Zemwell, “have you been crying?”
            “Shut up,” said Therazan.
            “Congratulations,” said Dr. Faction, “you got blown up and survived.  That does not happen often.  One of your fellow pilots had to fly out and bring you back to the ship.  It’s a good thing the other guys out there were smarter than you or else they would have been thrown out into space too.”
            “Shit, I set the timer wrong on the charges,” said Zemwell.
            He checked and all of his limbs and extremities were still there.  Zemwell looked to Therazan and said, “You waited by my bedside for me to wake up.  You must have been really worried about me.”
            Therazan said nothing to him.
            He smiled and said, “It’s nice to know you really do care.”
            “You stupid asshole,” she said, “and don’t grin at me like that.”
            “Well I think everything should be okay,” said Dr. Faction, “I can probably leave you in Ms. Sajan’s care.”
            “Are you sure you don’t need to observe him anymore?” said Therazan.
            “I observed him enough last night,” said the doctor, “We were just waiting for him to wake up.  I’ll do a routine check up to make sure everything is fine then he can be on his way as long as I don’t find anything else wrong.  Now come on, we’ve been busy around here lately.”
            “Are people still recovering from the attack?”
            “A few of them are.  But most of our business has been crew members that are having trouble adjusting to their new diet the last few days.  They are all so used to eating that nutrient capsule crap their bodies don’t know how to handle the real food from that botanical bay.”

            Felina Golumbine snuck out of her room while Dr. Faction was examining Zemwell Tickbird.  Dr. Faction had told her not to remove the bandages but she had to see for herself how bad it was.  She went to the ladies room in the medical center.
            In front of the mirror she carefully started to peel away the bandage over her left eye and cheek.  She saw redness.  She stopped.  Felina Golumbine was afraid but she had to know.  She braced herself and pulled the bandage away.  For a moment she just stood there unmoving.
            With one hand she covered up the left side of her face pressing the bandages back down.  With her other hand she covered her own mouth to keep herself from screaming.  She began crying.  Tears came rolling out of her right eye.
            When Felina stopped crying, she knew there was only one thing for her to do.

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