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about five feet wide and adjustable, with a giant
mirror that took half the wall behind her bed.
“Well, you have the most beautiful purple eyes I’ve ever seen. Mica did
say they were unique, I thought he was exaggerating. He really wasn’t.” Daizie
exclaimed and Vareen remained quiet. She wasn’t very good with accepting
compliments. “Are you feeling any pain? Or discomfort?”
Vareen shook her head. She felt fine. A quick assessment of the rest of
her body showed the same thing. Slowly moving her limbs and flexing her muscles
she noticed a marked weakness, but that was all.
“That’s a good sign about your body.”
The nurse moved to the side of the bed and clicked on a holo-chart. “I
will be putting all of the information I gather from you into this chart. If
you ever have any questions, feel free to ask to see it, and if needed one of
the staff can explain any remarks.” Daizie held up what appeared to be a slim
computer tablet with various symbols and images on it.
“There, done. We can move on to rule number one: we need to get you on
your feet so the blood starts pumping the way it’s meant to. I’m going to let
you take a shower and then you’ll surely feel better.” Grabbing her arm, Daizie
pulled her to a sitting position. There wasn’t any discomfort at the sudden
movement and Vareen began to wonder what the nature of her injury was exactly.
With help, she swung her legs over the
bed and went to stand. Her legs felt like jelly but she was able to walk slowly
into the bathroom.
This room had a sink, small mirror, toilet and curtained shower. When the
nurse turned on a handle, Vareen’s body jerked in surprise. This wasn’t a solar
shower. There was real water jetting from the nozzle. Cestori hadn’t used water
for cleaning in centuries to conserve the precious resource. Wherever she was
must be blessed with an abundance of water to be able to use if for this
purpose. When the nurse helped her under the spray, she tensed at how odd the
substance felt pouring over her. After a few seconds, she was able to relax and allow the warmth to soothe her. Daizie sat on a chair
outside of the curtain and waited for her.
Taking a handful of soap, Vareen rubbed her head. Her fingers worked
through the short strands much faster than normal. Short strands? Had it been
cut because of her injury? Feeling around her head she could feel a few even
shorter patches. She really had been sick. She felt no grief at the loss of her
hair, no remorse over her long illness. Not even confusion, she was blank inside.
Wondering at the oddity of not feeling anything she determined to ask the nurse
when she got out.
With a shrug, she rinsed off and
moved to step out. Daizie was there with a towel and some type of garment.
Vareen took the towel and patted until she was relatively dry.
“Would you like to try to get dressed?”
“Yes. I wonder if I might speak with you about what my illness or injury
was. Also, if you could tell me where I am? What ship am I on?”
“The doctor will speak with you about that.” Daizie held up the material
she was holding. “This is a medical gown. I know it’s not very fashionable, but
it comes in handy if we have an emergency and need to work on you. Not that I
think we’ll need to, it’s just a precaution.”
“That will do fine.” Taking the
medical gown, Vareen put her arms into the required holes and wrapped it around
herself. The fastenings were easy to arrange and she was covered in no time.
“It’s very comfortable,” Vareen offered a compliment so as not to offend
the nurse. “Thank you.” When Daizie remained silent Vareen looked at her
quizzically. “Is something the matter?”
“No. You just look so much better. I’m used to seeing you in
hydro-isolation.” Daizie helped her walk to the sink. “When we start working on
your rehabilitation, I’ll give you some pants to wear as well.”
Vareen looked into the mirror and
examined her appearance.
mirror that took half the wall behind her bed.
“Well, you have the most beautiful purple eyes I’ve ever seen. Mica did
say they were unique, I thought he was exaggerating. He really wasn’t.” Daizie
exclaimed and Vareen remained quiet. She wasn’t very good with accepting
compliments. “Are you feeling any pain? Or discomfort?”
Vareen shook her head. She felt fine. A quick assessment of the rest of
her body showed the same thing. Slowly moving her limbs and flexing her muscles
she noticed a marked weakness, but that was all.
“That’s a good sign about your body.”
The nurse moved to the side of the bed and clicked on a holo-chart. “I
will be putting all of the information I gather from you into this chart. If
you ever have any questions, feel free to ask to see it, and if needed one of
the staff can explain any remarks.” Daizie held up what appeared to be a slim
computer tablet with various symbols and images on it.
“There, done. We can move on to rule number one: we need to get you on
your feet so the blood starts pumping the way it’s meant to. I’m going to let
you take a shower and then you’ll surely feel better.” Grabbing her arm, Daizie
pulled her to a sitting position. There wasn’t any discomfort at the sudden
movement and Vareen began to wonder what the nature of her injury was exactly.
With help, she swung her legs over the
bed and went to stand. Her legs felt like jelly but she was able to walk slowly
into the bathroom.
This room had a sink, small mirror, toilet and curtained shower. When the
nurse turned on a handle, Vareen’s body jerked in surprise. This wasn’t a solar
shower. There was real water jetting from the nozzle. Cestori hadn’t used water
for cleaning in centuries to conserve the precious resource. Wherever she was
must be blessed with an abundance of water to be able to use if for this
purpose. When the nurse helped her under the spray, she tensed at how odd the
substance felt pouring over her. After a few seconds, she was able to relax and allow the warmth to soothe her. Daizie sat on a chair
outside of the curtain and waited for her.
Taking a handful of soap, Vareen rubbed her head. Her fingers worked
through the short strands much faster than normal. Short strands? Had it been
cut because of her injury? Feeling around her head she could feel a few even
shorter patches. She really had been sick. She felt no grief at the loss of her
hair, no remorse over her long illness. Not even confusion, she was blank inside.
Wondering at the oddity of not feeling anything she determined to ask the nurse
when she got out.
With a shrug, she rinsed off and
moved to step out. Daizie was there with a towel and some type of garment.
Vareen took the towel and patted until she was relatively dry.
“Would you like to try to get dressed?”
“Yes. I wonder if I might speak with you about what my illness or injury
was. Also, if you could tell me where I am? What ship am I on?”
“The doctor will speak with you about that.” Daizie held up the material
she was holding. “This is a medical gown. I know it’s not very fashionable, but
it comes in handy if we have an emergency and need to work on you. Not that I
think we’ll need to, it’s just a precaution.”
“That will do fine.” Taking the
medical gown, Vareen put her arms into the required holes and wrapped it around
herself. The fastenings were easy to arrange and she was covered in no time.
“It’s very comfortable,” Vareen offered a compliment so as not to offend
the nurse. “Thank you.” When Daizie remained silent Vareen looked at her
quizzically. “Is something the matter?”
“No. You just look so much better. I’m used to seeing you in
hydro-isolation.” Daizie helped her walk to the sink. “When we start working on
your rehabilitation, I’ll give you some pants to wear as well.”
Vareen looked into the mirror and
examined her appearance.
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