Chapter 22: You Again

I opened my eyes to see indirect light on a white ceiling. I had been in enough sick-bays in my life to know that was where I was, I just didn’t know where. Rolling my head to the left didn’t help as the bed I was in was up against a wall with nothing on it. Turning to the right, I saw Mitchell in the next bed over in the recovery room that held at least 20. She was hooked up to a ventilator and heart monitor. I tried to get up, but my head just spun, and I fell back. Seeing my movement, the nurse on duty, an older woman with mostly grey hair pulled back in a bun, walked over to me.

“Stay put, Lieutenant,” she said with a rather heavy southern accent as she took a quick review of my medical status listed on the panel over my bed. “You’re going to be with us for a while. That low level of oxygen that you had your suit set on didn’t do you any good. You were just moved out of the rehab chamber less than an hour ago.”