05-21-2025, 12:30 AM
It was only after Art had made her brusque request that she realized her mistake: the people tending to her had not moved off to other tasks, but had merely been giving her and Peter some space. She felt heat on her face, and it wasn’t due to combustion or plasma burns.
“Maybe it’s not just your hands that need attention,” Ensign Manx teased. “Perhaps I should also check your vision?”
Art could only give her a wry smile; she stayed quiet as her response. The Caitian continued to treat her, and the Security Chief relaxed her body in an attempt to show the medical team that she was humbled. Turning over her arms and hands, she subtly shifted parts of her body to allow the healing tools better access.
“Thank you.” Artie said quietly, flexing her hands as the specialized medical device hyper-rejuvenated and restored her damaged skin and muscles. She allowed herself a foolish look at the door she knew the First Officer had gone through, and quickly looked away to anywhere else.
The two shells that once held life were now being hidden from view, the biobed completely closing in over them. Art’s mouth twitched in disapproval. There was an old (foolish) Human tradition that bad things came in threes. One large explosion. Two dead crew. Three… Art wasn’t sure she wanted to know what came next.
==I'll plod off to Security now... the CoS should really pay better attention, huh?
==
“Maybe it’s not just your hands that need attention,” Ensign Manx teased. “Perhaps I should also check your vision?”
Art could only give her a wry smile; she stayed quiet as her response. The Caitian continued to treat her, and the Security Chief relaxed her body in an attempt to show the medical team that she was humbled. Turning over her arms and hands, she subtly shifted parts of her body to allow the healing tools better access.
“Thank you.” Artie said quietly, flexing her hands as the specialized medical device hyper-rejuvenated and restored her damaged skin and muscles. She allowed herself a foolish look at the door she knew the First Officer had gone through, and quickly looked away to anywhere else.
The two shells that once held life were now being hidden from view, the biobed completely closing in over them. Art’s mouth twitched in disapproval. There was an old (foolish) Human tradition that bad things came in threes. One large explosion. Two dead crew. Three… Art wasn’t sure she wanted to know what came next.
==I'll plod off to Security now... the CoS should really pay better attention, huh?
==