A Pale Comparison

Posted on Sun Dec 4th, 2016 @ 5:57am by

426 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: New Faces and Terror Beyond
Location: Quarters

The trip to Sickbay what we thought would bring us some shred of hope, some tiny sample of light failed on both accounts. We hoped that something had taken a turn for the better, that Marcie was improving, that maybe Doctor Patrovski and Doctor Armada had come up with something to save my little girl.

No.......

Ayla was devastated, it seemed our baby was slipping through our fingers and no matter how hard we tried, how tight we gripped it was hopeless. We were quoted lines about laws regarding genetic re-sequencing and how it was illegal even with conditions such as this. I asked about transplants, transfusions, anything I could think of that might caste a glimmer of hope for our daughter.

Nothing. I was not ready to accept it, I couldn't stand here and do nothing yet that was exactly the sum of all I could do. Doctor Armada was being gentle with it, tip toeing around it, but it didn't look good for Marcie. I felt like I had failed the world, worse, felt like I'd failed as a Father to protect a child.

I had held Marcie's little paw in my hand and I missed her tiny fingers curling round one of mine. The little grip of hope even if the end result was a bad one, but nothing. Her little hand didn't move, the machines bleeped and that was it.

The walk back to our quarters was made in utter silence, it was a cold companion that walked with Ayla and casting a shadow over us. Even as we held hands the gesture felt just that, a gesture. Our world was falling apart, laying in Sickbay and there was nothing we could do, no scientific discovery to be made, no enemy installation to siege.......we were helpless.

When we got in I needed to do something, keep busy, occupy myself. I started to cook. I didnt know what I was cooking I was just going with what ever was available. Beef, chicken, I didn't care and because I was soo focused on cooking I was not focusing on quantity. Problem there was I was sampling the food as it was cooking, that may have eased my own hunger but I couldn't eat all of that I had made on my own.

"Do you want some?" I asked Ayla unsure if I would get an answer.

I had plated up several plates already so if she didn't want any I'd send it off to Security or Engineering or someplace that would eat it.

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