Journal Entry 017 / 0623 "Commander? Can you hear me?" I heard the words dimly, through an awful haze of drugs and pain.Journal Entry 017 / 0623 "Commander? Can you hear me?" I heard the words dimly, through an awful haze of drugs and pain. I tried to talk, and a croak came out. "Yea. I c'n hear ya." "My name is A'l'emad. I'm your nurse. You've been in an accident." The thought made me smile. I wouldn't exactly call what happened just an 'accident.' "A'l'emad? You're a Mustel, huh?" I asked. "Yes, sir." Was that disdain in his voice? "How're you handling your assignment?" "Sir," he said, and I heard amusement that time, "I was advised by your coimelin that you would begin asking me questions about myself. I am your nurse, sir. Please take my advice, and, to quote Doctor Traken, shut up and rest." "Oh, damn," I breathed. He was right, though. My throat hurt like hell. "Ken?" It was P'nyssa's voice, and it was sweet to hear. "Hi, sweetheart. How are we doing?" "I am doing better, now that we're sure the two of you are going to live. How do your eyes feel?" "Hard to say, with the painkillers. How long am I expected to be blind?" "A few weeks. We need to get your renal system working to a level that can handle the kind of glucose we need to fix your eyes. |