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Gently We Tread.

Posted on Fri Apr 19th, 2019 @ 4:28pm by Vashkele & Fleet Captain William Hood

Mission: What Stalks The Night
Location: Starfleet Medical

Will had set a reminder that visiting hours had started, Will didn't want to waste any time. Having given her some time, to adjust to SFM, new faces, new doctors and treatments. It was without a doubt a difficult and traumatic time for her. Dressed in his new 'Captain' uniform he made his way up the marble steps of SFM and walked to the reception desk. There was a line but he was ok with that, most looked like family members, civilians but there were a score of officers and ratings dressed in blue, or white coats.

"Captain, what can I do for you?" The receptionist spoke in a sweet and pleasant voice.

"Captain Hood for Vashkele please."

"Of course." A few moments later, an answer was given. "Floor 6, isolation ward C.

"My thanks." Will spoke before heading the way she had pointed to the nearest lifts. When Will got to the 6th floor though he had to navigate a security check point. "Captain Hood, for Vashkele."

A quick check was made, Captain Hood was listed as a contact for her. "Sorry for the holdup sir."

"Not a problem." Once he was freed to move on, he went to her isolation room where a nurse was just exiting. "Excuse me. How is she?"

"Adjusting still," the nurse said. "She's refusing counseling, so perhaps you could get her to talk. She needs to get it out of her system. She's been screaming in her sleep until we had to put inhibitors on her to reduce her REM sleep."

"I'll see what I can do." Will spoke as he thanked the Nurse for the information and stepped into the chamber. He pressed the button that closed the door and a slight hiss could be heard and then a green light turned on, allowing him to press a button to open the final door into her room.

Silence, an uneasy one at that. "Vash." He said softly, gently. Not to startle, but let her know he was here.

Vash opened both of her eyes and it was clear her left one was artificial, but it was was still green like her right one. However, the microcircuitry could be seen focusing as she looked at him. "Hey," she said, her voice no longer hoarse.

Slowly Will ventured near the side of the bed that she was closest to, his hands resting on the side of the mattress. After everything she had been through he was not sure she wanted to be touched figuring enough people had done that to her already to treat her. "I've missed you." Which was true he had, but he hated to open with the cliche question of if she was ok.

"I wasn't exactly in the best shape to be seen," she said, but her thoughts took a dark turn. "It's not like I could have stopped you, though. I guess the ugly me isn't that attractive to you."

"You are not ugly." Will gently leaned forward to bring himself closer for her. "I've seen you in worse and I still kept coming back. This, changes nothing." Will tried to be reassuring, loving and warm for her.

"Worse....were you there when they brought me back from the bitches ship?" Vash asked. "Were you there when the Federation doctors were putting me back together?"

"I saw you after the rescue and Dr Patrovski had stabilized your condition, remember we spoke. I saw then and I see now and how I feel doesn't change." Will softly spoke. "As for the Doctors, well, you might have noticed I had music to face too. I kept the ship, but got a reduction in rank." Not that it compared to what Vash went to by any means.

"I'll get it back for you," she said before she reached for one of his hands. "It wasn't fair of me to say that. There's a lot I don't remember....and more I don't want to remember." She sighed and closed her eyes.

Will took her hand in his and brought it to his cheek, pressing against it, turning his head into her hand. He was no doubt a little rough, not having shaved in little over a day. "It's alright, what matters is you, nothing else."

"You need a shave," Vash said when she felt the stubble against her hand, but she didn't open her eyes. "You have to be presentable. I'm just a former Orion criminal."

"And Im a diplomatically troublesome former Commodore." Will joked. "Yeah I do need a shave." He smiled still holding her hand to his cheek. "So we make a great couple."

She made a scoffing sound that would be recognized in any language. "We make a couple of fucked up people in a galaxy that hates us," she said.

"Only a galaxy.....was at least trying for a couple of quadrants." Will smiled. "So, I was thinking, when you get out of here maybe we could do something, a picnic on the coast, a beach, diving with whale sharks. I hear there is this amazing ice hotel in Sweden we can stay at." Hoping that perhaps some time alone and away from everything recent might help.

"That depends on what your Starfleet wants to do with me," Vash said with a hint of bitterness. "Apparently my kidnapping, rape and torture have caused problems for them."

"I'm not thinking of them, right at this moment I don't rightly care. What I do care about and the reason I am here is you." Will spoke softly. "So, nobody has told me much and I'm pretty sure you are tired of this place. So any idea when you are getting out?"

She shook her head. "No one will tell me anything and everyone wants me to answer question after question or talk about what happened."

"Well, I'll go see what answers I can dig up for you, see about getting you out of here. We can work on the rest later on ok?" His hand gently holding Vash's

"Just bring a transporter tag in next time and get me out of here," Vash hissed under her breath at him. "Everything else will be fine."

Will smiled, if only slightly. "Did you want me to see about something to eat, I've not eaten yet, wondered if you'd like to join me?" Will spoke as he shifted his feet to lean forward a little more comfortably.

"What makes you think they'll let me out of here anytime soon?" she asked him with a hint of bitterness.

"Well, I could say that as a business owner, that was recently rebuilt you could go there as a place of mental distraction and focus, even if you don't really want to go there, it gets you out of here." That was his line of thinking anyway. "Or I can speak to Dr Patrovski, whos your admitting Doctor, and see what sway he has."

Vash spat out something in Orion that the translator couldn't translate. "Will, I am a fucking prisoner of Starfleet until they say I can go!" she shouted.

"Then what do you want me to do Vash, because Im trying here, I really am." Will spoke softly still, he was trying, as much as he was hurting, confused and lost without her by him he knew it paled in comparison to what she was going through, but he just wanted to help.

"Break me out of here and give me a laser scalpel," she said quietly.

"Somehow, I don't think they will let me do that. Or they would lock me up in some looney house." Will tried to poke some fun at her suggestion to at the very least try and brighten the low moment.

"Then there is nothing we can do," Vash said and closed her eyes.

Will knew when to push and this was not it. She was right, she was stuck here until told she could leave and there was nothing he could do until they did but be there for her, with her, should she wish it.

"Get me an audience with that furry fucking Admiral," she said quietly. "I'll get out of here."

"Somehow I don't think the Admiral is up for making visits. It seems...there have been some...right hand not knowing what the left hand was doing between the Admirals." William couldn't go into details, it was afterall a classified meeting. "Listen, I'll go ask some questions, see what I can do, at least then it feels like something is happening." Compared to how he was feeling of late with his hands tied awaiting his fate by the judges.

Vash sighed. "Of course. No one ever knows what anyone else is doing." She paused. "Do you think you could get me a grilled cheese with a dill pickle?"

"I'm sure I can pull some magic." Will knew that hospital food even in this day and age was more about nutritional content than taste. "I'll return." Will placed a kiss into the palm of her hand, not wanting to push her to anything more after the ordeal she had to endure.

With a smile, the Orion woman closed her eyes and laid back again, her mind working on many dark things and hoping she could see the light again soon.

 

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