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2374; "The Regal 'Accident'" - Empok Nor Fanfic
2374; "The Regal 'Accident'"
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Apr. 2nd, 2006 | 08:19 pm
This is a fanfic about the shuttle accident that Colleen's parents were involved in, told from their perspective.
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Apr. 2nd, 2006 11:41 pm (UTC)
Erin nodded, grateful for that, at least. She suspected, though, that it would be a while until he was out of surgery, and a while after that until she could see him. From what the admiral said, his injuries were extensive and replacing someone’s leg would require even more surgery. Plus the broken bones and other things…she couldn’t bear to even think of him in this condition.
“Mrs. O’Donnell, I know you want to contact Colleen, but you can’t yet. And when you do you’ll have a limited time. If they know I’ve spoken to you about them, you’ll be in even more danger, and so will Colleen. When you connect on subspace, I’ll have to encrypt it for you, and you have to tell her not to come here. Do you understand?”
Erin said, nodding.
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t leave, and checks her shuttle if she’s going anywhere else. As much as I’d love to have us together right now…”
“It wouldn’t be safe. I’m sorry, Mrs. O’Donnell.”
Erin told him. She really did understand this. She didn’t understand why Section 31 had done what they did—she never thought she would. But she understood the necessity of keeping Colleen away from here. Section 31 would have a field day if the three of them were together, and Erin was *not* going to let that happen.
he said softly.
“I’ll go see if I can find a doctor who would be willing to discharge you. Would you like me to ask if you could wait outside the operating room?”
Erin thought about that for a moment. Did she want to see them operate on Patrick? Would that make it worse? What if he didn’t survive?
“I’ll ask if it would be all right, and then you can decide. Computer, deactivate security lock.”
The computer complied, and Solon left.
What seemed like an eternity later, Patrick was transferred from the operating room to a regular room, new leg attached, internal injuries healed, and brain damage repaired. His skull was currently being reinforced with a metal plate, but it was internal and something they would remove when the skull was fully healed again. Nurses began to heal his broken bones and non-serious lacerations with regenerators, and Erin waited impatiently outside the door to his room.
When they were finished, they let her go inside, and prepared her for the fact that she could be waiting for him to wake up for a while. She didn’t care how long she was waiting—she was going to be here when he woke up.
It broke her heart to see him like this, electronic bandages covering his hands and various other limbs while they healed from burns, and an optical aid already strapped over his eye so he could see her when he woke up. They had told her that he probably wouldn’t need to use the optical aid longer than a month, and that he would learn to walk with the new leg in about one to two months. Modern medicine allowed for one of the newest, fastest chips to be placed in his brain so that he could control the leg with more ease than previous amputees ever could.
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