8 hours ago
The young officer wasn’t sure what he expected when he walked into the Mess Hall. The med tech had told him to go here. They said he should go and eat. They had also greeted him by way of telling him ‘he’ wasn’t here. Ian wasn’t sure how the tech knew who Ian was looking for as his ulterior motive. So, still holding his toolkit, Ian walked into the Mess.
Almost immediately (or had he been blinded by nerves?), the person in question was waving, calling him over to share a table. His feet moved automatically, and though Ian could feel the movement of his legs, he couldn’t control them. Why was he walking over there? Did he really call him over? At the moment, Ian couldn’t even remember the man’s name, and was close to not being able to speak his own. “Ha – hi.” He stammered out, feeling the chair hit his butt.
His mouth hurt. Why did his mouth hurt? Oh. He was smiling. He was smiling really widely. He couldn’t seem to stop.
“How are you making out?” Ian wasn’t one-hundred percent sure what he was saying was even an understandable language. “After everything? That happened, I mean.”
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Almost immediately (or had he been blinded by nerves?), the person in question was waving, calling him over to share a table. His feet moved automatically, and though Ian could feel the movement of his legs, he couldn’t control them. Why was he walking over there? Did he really call him over? At the moment, Ian couldn’t even remember the man’s name, and was close to not being able to speak his own. “Ha – hi.” He stammered out, feeling the chair hit his butt.
His mouth hurt. Why did his mouth hurt? Oh. He was smiling. He was smiling really widely. He couldn’t seem to stop.
“How are you making out?” Ian wasn’t one-hundred percent sure what he was saying was even an understandable language. “After everything? That happened, I mean.”
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