A Space Story 51

            Dr. Winchester Faction gave Zemwell Tickbird a clean bill of health.  If anything unusual happened he was to report back to the medical center immediately.  Zemwell Tickbird followed Therazan Sajan back to her quarters.

            Therazan’s quarters were much bigger than Zemwell’s.  As far as Zemwell could tell he had been screwed when it came to room assignments.  His quarters were not much bigger than a storage unit.  Everyone else seemed to have a much nicer room than him.  Hell even Zai got a whole jungle to himself.

            “So why did you want me to come to your quarters?” Zemwell asked.

            “You can be a real dumb ass sometimes,” was all she answered.

            Therazan had stepped behind a privacy screen.  When she stepped out from behind it she was not wearing any clothing.  Zemwell just stood there and looked at her.  It occurred to him that this was the first time he had ever actually seen Therazan naked.  This was the first time he had ever laid eyes on her breasts without anything covering them.  They were perfect.  Her whole body was perfect.

            “Are you just going to stand there staring or are you going to take your clothes off?”

            Zemwell immediately and quickly stripped naked.  Therazan walked up to him.  He tried to reach for her, to kiss her.  She pushed him back.  He fell and landed on the bed.  Therazan got on top of him.  Zemwell had never been with her like this.  Whenever they had met before she had always sat on a counter or he had held her up against a wall.  It had been quick and easy that way.  Now they were in an actual bed together.  Zemwell was on his back and Therazan was on top of him and he found that he liked it.

            Felina Golumbine was not in her room.  Dr. Winchester Faction could not find one of his patients.  He checked the patient monitor displays.  According to Felina’s she was flat lining and her respiration rate was zero.  Damn it had she disconnected the vital monitor on her wrist.  No wait, it was still transmitting body temperature and brain activity.  Winchester realized what that meant.  He began running all over the medical center.  He checked every corner of every room.  He found some medical supplies that had been dumped out of their storage bag.  He kept running up and down checking everywhere.  He even checked the ladies room.  He found Felina Golumbine in a stall with a storage bag over her head.

            “Shit,” he screamed as he took the bag off her head and worked to resuscitate her, “shit, shit, SHIT.  God damn it.  GOD DAMN IT NO.  NO, NO, NO.”