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09.22.2012 , 09:56 AM |
I'm incredibly late so I won't be linking the other parts this time. They're up there. Thank you Kabe! I'm going to keep thanking you cause you really helped me out.
Lord Vol'vikis accompanied them to the med bay. That did not put Brei'yu at any sort of ease. He watched impassively as Quinn put her through a battery of tests and a thorough physical check up. She didn't even need to say anything. Pierce questioned everything Quinn was doing, though it seemed less out of concern for her and more because it was annoying the other man greatly.
Quinn informed her when something came back normal, and everything did until he looked at images of her head. He opened his mouth, closed it again, and took a closer look.
“Well?” Lord Vikis asked. “I sense something troubling you.”
“Lay back down if you would,” Quinn commanded. He helped Brei'yu onto her back. “I'm going to rescan your brain.”
“There's something on my brain?” she asked with no little horror.
“It's most likely nothing, just a blip on the tests. Now hold still.” Brei'yu closed her eyes as Quinn rescanned her head and shoulders. He brought the images back up and stared at them again. “Curious.”
“What? What's curious?” Brei'yu felt something akin to panic flutter in her chest. Could they see? Would they find out about her power? Did it work that way? Quinn was killing her.
Vikis moved up beside Quinn.
“Do you see it, my lord?”
“If you're referring to that, then yes. If you aren't, then I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“I am, my lord.”
“What is it?” Brei'yu sat up and went to see the scans herself. “What am I looking at?”
“Your brain,” Quinn said dryly.
She turned dull eyes on him. “Pierce?”
“I'll smack him for you.”
Quinn waved the threat away. “You're looking at the thalamus. Right here. And this, do you see this here?”
“That little spot?” Brei'yu squinted.
“That's not supposed to be there,” Quinn finished.
“What does the thalamus do?” Pierce asked.
“The thalamus,” Quinn began, going into a not so relaxed parade rest as he spoke, “sends sensory and motor signals to the cerebral cortex.”
“How would she have gotten that on her... thalamus?” Vikis questioned.
“I have no answer for that, my lord.”
Ipha woke slowly but completely. Apparently Elara used a sedative with no long lasting effects. Or she had been stabbed a second time with Elara's 'wake up juice.' Whatever. She opened her eyes and looked at the med bay ceiling. Someone was holding her hand. Jorgan. She knew without looking. Her heart ached a little.
He noticed her eyes fluttering. “Ipha?” he asked carefully.
“Yeah?” She made it a full question.
“Are... how do you feel?”
“Elara stabbed me.”
“It was a little needle. Sir.” Elara came into view, her face a little pinched and worried.
“You're calling me 'sir' again. I don't like this.” Ipha lifted her head off the pillow and looked down at herself. “Since I'm neither a giant Zabrak, nor male, I'm going to guess that Major Poole still isn't around.” She watched Elara and Jorgan exchange a look.
“You still don't remember?” Jorgan asked.
“I don't remember the last two days. Before that I remember said giant male Zabrak issuing me orders very clearly,” Ipha answered testily. She drew her hand out of Aric's warm ones and rubbed her face. She paused to take and release a breath before she met his eye. “I'm sorry. That was unfair.”
Jorgan reached for her hand again then stopped himself, seeming confused. “If you don't remember leading Havoc Squad, then you don't remember...”
Ipha pressed her lips together as though in physical pain. “No,” she murmured. “I don't. I'm so sorry.”
Jorgan hung his head slightly and stood, pacing away. Ipha wanted to say something, anything that would take the droop out of his shoulders but Elara leaned in. “Sir, you remember us.”
“Um, yeah. You're Lieutenant Elara Dorne, Captain Aric Jorgan. Jorgan mentioned Vik, sorry Specialist Tanno Vik, was on uh.. somewhere. M1-4X, I heard his voice earlier. And Lieutenant Yuun. I haven't seen him.”
Elara's brow crinkled. “Lieutenant who?”
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” Ipha moaned. “Yuun. The Findsman. The Gand! The guy whose job I nearly stole like three months ago? No? Nothing? No Yuun? That bites.”
Elara sighed and searched Ipha's face. “Sir, I did some tests while you were out. I did find a couple things that concerned me.”
“This should be good,” Ipha sighed as she sat up.
“When I ran the tests on you, I found a burn mark on your brain.” Elara said it quickly, like ripping off a bandage.
Ipha's hands dropped slowly into her lap. “What? What does that even mean? A burn on my brain?” Fear made her voice high. She heard Jorgan stop pacing. She looked over her shoulder at him and he met her worried gaze with his own.
Elara brought up the images. “Here, on your thalamus. It's the sensory and motor skills part of your brain, sir.”
“I have a burn mark. On the part of my brain that perceives things. Affecting the way I perceive things? That... that... I don't even know what to do with that information.”
“Sir, I'm very worried.”
“So, more tests then? Do you have to cut me open? Where do we go from here?” Ipha rubbed her eyes then brought her head up. “Wait. What's the other thing you're going to dump on me that's going to irrevocably change my life?”
“Well, first of all, I don't believe I should be doing anymore testing on you,” Elara said, twisting her hands momentarily then dropping them to her sides.
“What do you mean no more tests? You've only imaged the mark. At the very basic you should run a tomography. And certainly test my cerbralspinal fluid. It might be an infection or some weird early sign of hereditary dementia. I'm a doctor too, I know there's another twenty-five things you can do off the top of my head to figure out what's going on with me!”
Elara laid a hand on Ipha's arm. “Are you aware you're pregnant?”
Ipha stopped breathing. She was pretty sure Jorgan did too. She stared at Elara for a moment before daring to look over her shoulder at Jorgan. “Did... did I mention anything like that lately?”
“No,” his voice was gruff and emotional. “No, you didn't tell me.”
“Then I'm going to go with I didn't know.”
“Damn it, Ipha. Now is not the time for jokes!” Jorgan said harshly.
Ipha cringed and shoved her hands into her too long hair. “I can't. I can't right now. Wait. How long?”
“You're about four weeks. It's not too odd that you did not know.” Elara put a comforting hand on Ipha's shoulder.
“I...” Ipha stopped, lost. How was she supposed to feel? She could be dying, she had memory loss, and she was having Jorgan's baby. “Why?”
“Why, sir?” Elara asked, seemingly confused.
“Why is my brain burned, Elara? Why can't I remember the last 48 hours? WHY do I not remember ANY of what you're telling me as truth?” Her voice rose with anger and emotion before it petered out and cracked on the last word. “Why is this happening?”
“I can't answer that, sir.”
<to be continued>
Be to her Virtues
Be to her Faults
a little Blind.