Marooned on Giri Minor
And then, in what seems like an instant, you are in a medical facility of some kind. There is no sign of Dr. Munro, the cargo bay, or the daylight for that matter. A medical doctor and his assistant are hovering over you, intently concerned over your awakening. Your arm is no longer bound, and the throbbing ache in your head is a memory.
The jump from where you were to where you are now was instantaneous--and more than a little disconcerting. There were no further dreams, no awareness of the passage of time. But you suppose that makes sense, considering that stasis is the complete suspension of your body's biological processes, including your brain.
"Welcome back, Starman," the lead doctor says. You blink a few times as your eyes adjust to the light directly above you, and you hold your right arm up so you can examine it. You are certain that it was broken just a moment ago, but now it appears fully functional.
"How long?" you say, but your voice is weak and raspy.
"The crash was five days ago, but you've been in stasis for the last three," the doctor says. "We located you just in the nick of time. Your fractures are healed, but I imagine you're thirsty and hungry right now."
This is a smart doctor, you think, because he's right on both accounts.
You start to prop yourself up on your elbows, but the doctor intervenes.
"No, you really need to rest," he says. "You've been through a lot, with the worst injuries of any of the survivors. We can knit the bone tissue back together, but you need time to rebuild your strength."
"Where am I?" you ask.
"This is the Starship Orion," he says. "My name is Dr Tyam Wildon. You're in our Med Bay."
"H-how?" you ask. "How did you find...?"
"Lieutenant Commander Andrade found some kind of abandoned colony with an antique hyperspace transmitter inside. By some miracle she was able to get it to work. You can ask her yourself when she wakes up," Dr. Wildon says, pointing to another bed on the far side of the Med Bay. "She had a rough time of it too, but as you'll notice she's taking my advice and getting some rest."
You look around the room and notice that all the patients are from the EWR210819, but including yourself you see only eight survivors. Is that all who made it to safety?
You have one more question to ask the good doctor. "Captain Siggo? Is he alive?"
Dr Wildon doesn't answer you directly, but he gives a concerned look to his colleague. "Rest is what you need right now," he says. "We can answer all your questions in the morning. Just be thankful you're alive."
Then he steps away to check on another patient.
The jump from where you were to where you are now was instantaneous--and more than a little disconcerting. There were no further dreams, no awareness of the passage of time. But you suppose that makes sense, considering that stasis is the complete suspension of your body's biological processes, including your brain.
"Welcome back, Starman," the lead doctor says. You blink a few times as your eyes adjust to the light directly above you, and you hold your right arm up so you can examine it. You are certain that it was broken just a moment ago, but now it appears fully functional.
"How long?" you say, but your voice is weak and raspy.
"The crash was five days ago, but you've been in stasis for the last three," the doctor says. "We located you just in the nick of time. Your fractures are healed, but I imagine you're thirsty and hungry right now."
This is a smart doctor, you think, because he's right on both accounts.
You start to prop yourself up on your elbows, but the doctor intervenes.
"No, you really need to rest," he says. "You've been through a lot, with the worst injuries of any of the survivors. We can knit the bone tissue back together, but you need time to rebuild your strength."
"Where am I?" you ask.
"This is the Starship Orion," he says. "My name is Dr Tyam Wildon. You're in our Med Bay."
"H-how?" you ask. "How did you find...?"
"Lieutenant Commander Andrade found some kind of abandoned colony with an antique hyperspace transmitter inside. By some miracle she was able to get it to work. You can ask her yourself when she wakes up," Dr. Wildon says, pointing to another bed on the far side of the Med Bay. "She had a rough time of it too, but as you'll notice she's taking my advice and getting some rest."
You look around the room and notice that all the patients are from the EWR210819, but including yourself you see only eight survivors. Is that all who made it to safety?
You have one more question to ask the good doctor. "Captain Siggo? Is he alive?"
Dr Wildon doesn't answer you directly, but he gives a concerned look to his colleague. "Rest is what you need right now," he says. "We can answer all your questions in the morning. Just be thankful you're alive."
Then he steps away to check on another patient.
THE END
