The Federation
Established Nation
"His right eye is a complete loss, there is a 50/50 chance that we may be able to restore vision in his left eye with this next surgery. We are confident that his other wounds to his right arm and abdomen no longer pose a threat to his life.
Keira Breckenridge's day had started like any other, she awoke to the sound of her husband taking a shower, the steam flowing out of the slightly open bathroom door, the white light illuminating a small sliver of the still dark bedroom. She laid in bed with her eyes closed listening to the sound of the water and the slight hum of a tune they had listened to on the radio the night before. She remembered drifting back into a half sleep state only to be brought out again by a soft push on her shoulder and a kiss good morning. She remembered both her and her husband rousing their four children, remembered complaining again about their cramped Charleroi townhouse, a lamentation of leaving their large, two story arts and crafts back in Twin Echo. Mornings were always her favorite time of the day, it was when they were all together before they were all ripped away from each other, her husband to the capitol, her children to school and her to attend to her various private tutoring appointments for the children of Charleroi's elite.
"M'am, I know you have had a very stressful few days, but I just want you to understand where we are with Mr. Breckenridge." Keira came out of it, her eyes finally snapping to the doctor's face in realization that he was there in front of her. "I understand, can I see him now?"
"Of course, but he may not be coherent from all the drugs."
She entered the preparatory room where he awaited his next surgery, the sight of him wasn't as grizzly as she thought it might be, his wounded eyes were covered with a fresh bandage and the hospital bed blanket covered him up to his neck. She grabbed his hand as it hung out from the sheets, his grip was weak but he could tell it was her just by the feel of her hand, a hand he had held many times before.
"Keira."
Tears streamed down her face, she was sick of crying, she had cried for the last two days, but she couldn't stop herself. The emotions were too great. Fear, anger, love, hatred, she felt them all in that instance as she looked upon her husband's pathetic state. Time passed with lightning speed as she sat there, wordless, holding his hand in between hers. Suddenly the medical team was back, ready to wheel him away for another round of surgeries.
"I love you... be strong... it's not over yet." He slurred through a moment of lucidity. She responded in kind, unaware of his double meaning.
Keira Breckenridge's day had started like any other, she awoke to the sound of her husband taking a shower, the steam flowing out of the slightly open bathroom door, the white light illuminating a small sliver of the still dark bedroom. She laid in bed with her eyes closed listening to the sound of the water and the slight hum of a tune they had listened to on the radio the night before. She remembered drifting back into a half sleep state only to be brought out again by a soft push on her shoulder and a kiss good morning. She remembered both her and her husband rousing their four children, remembered complaining again about their cramped Charleroi townhouse, a lamentation of leaving their large, two story arts and crafts back in Twin Echo. Mornings were always her favorite time of the day, it was when they were all together before they were all ripped away from each other, her husband to the capitol, her children to school and her to attend to her various private tutoring appointments for the children of Charleroi's elite.
"M'am, I know you have had a very stressful few days, but I just want you to understand where we are with Mr. Breckenridge." Keira came out of it, her eyes finally snapping to the doctor's face in realization that he was there in front of her. "I understand, can I see him now?"
"Of course, but he may not be coherent from all the drugs."
She entered the preparatory room where he awaited his next surgery, the sight of him wasn't as grizzly as she thought it might be, his wounded eyes were covered with a fresh bandage and the hospital bed blanket covered him up to his neck. She grabbed his hand as it hung out from the sheets, his grip was weak but he could tell it was her just by the feel of her hand, a hand he had held many times before.
"Keira."
Tears streamed down her face, she was sick of crying, she had cried for the last two days, but she couldn't stop herself. The emotions were too great. Fear, anger, love, hatred, she felt them all in that instance as she looked upon her husband's pathetic state. Time passed with lightning speed as she sat there, wordless, holding his hand in between hers. Suddenly the medical team was back, ready to wheel him away for another round of surgeries.
"I love you... be strong... it's not over yet." He slurred through a moment of lucidity. She responded in kind, unaware of his double meaning.