Worries, Woes & Contemplations

Posted on Wed Oct 19th, 2016 @ 10:38am by

472 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: New Faces and Terror Beyond
Location: Bawden Quarters

As I lay there on the sofa covered with blankets and supported by pillows and medication I felt totally and utterly useless. I was supposed to be a pillar of strength in this family and I was nothing more than a cripple with an stress management problem. Normally I'd call a bout of stress an ok thing on a given day but now, it might just end up killing me.

I watched as Ayla paced, worked at the desk, muttered to herself then fall silent. Yet here I was, capable of doing the sum total of the square root of bugger all!!!

Marcie was ill and I couldn't do a thing, Ayla was stuck between the role of worried mother and worried wife. I was a cause of that, I only hampered her coping efforts. Doc Xavier had told me to keep calm, yeah like that is going to happen with the life of my daughter hanging in the balance. Then to top it off I have sessions with the Counselor to discuss my issues. Seemed grand to me, my daughter was really ill and they want to sort out my issues.

I could tell that Ayla worried about more than just Marcie, my sudden illness and her only just being given the ok by our new CO to remain First Officer then suddenly take leave may play on her mind. I'd heard nothing from security so I assumed everything was going on there, still though, I didn't like being out of the loop.

I knew the instant I even tried to do any work Ayla would be all over me to stop me. She was like that when it came to health, part of the reason I stopped wearing the green and turned to gold. While I lay there worrying about Marcie I also worried about Ayla and what effect this may have for her if its passed down to our children.

Saying to her that everything will be ok just seemed hollow right now, everything may end up ok but right now everything was far from it. I watched Ayla as she worked, her ears twitching, her tail as it swayed, little hints of things I could pick up. Ayla would bend this ship in half and break it with her bare hands if she had to to ensure her family was ok, she was a driven and focused woman with love, care, family and loyalty all at the tops of her lists.

I still muse myself sometimes over Commodore Stevens when he made a pass at Ayla, she shot him down and it was glorious. When she kicked ass at SFHQ when Admiral S'iraa uncovered a coup plot, how she fought for us when we visited her world.

But still I worried and helpless to do anything about it.

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