You just hang in there

Posted on Tue Oct 14th, 2025 @ 1:37pm by Ensign Cameron Kore & Lieutenant Magnus Volsung & Ensign Eden Drake

990 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: A marathon not a sprint
Location: Sickbay ward
Timeline: MD09

It was the morning after the battle and the vast majority of the injured were luckily able to return to their quarters, only a few were admitted to one of the two small wards in the Wolff's sickbay complex and this shift Cameron had drawn the duty of doing the rounds monitoring them, one of the patients was Ensign Turell; still under sedation while her body recovered from the extensive amount of damage her body had sustained.

"You're doing better today Amanda." Cameron told her unconscious friend as she monitored the readouts of the bio monitors. "Respiration rate is more stable, blood pressure is up. Odds are you'll be good in a few more days." She was distracted for a moment when the doors to the ward opened, not unusual as various medical staff came and went all day, what was unusual was the small gaggle of mostly yellow uniformed crew coming her way.

Lieutenant Magnus Volsung walked into Sickbay with the steady stride of a man who’d made peace with gods and ghosts alike. Measured, quiet. His brown eyes went straight to the biobed, finding Turell there. Still. Breathing, but pale. He exhaled slowly and moved to her side. His jaw tightened, a faint frown forming. He stood there for a long moment, just watching. He’d sent her to the Marathon. She’d done her job. She was alive. But this...this was bad. "How is she?" he asked finally, voice low as he stepped in closer. He turned something over in his hand...a small wooden charm carved with a rune. There was a cut on his finger, shallow, fresh. He hadn’t bound it. He’d carved it that morning. For her.

Michael had walked in just to check on Turrell. He didn't know the Ensign personally, but she was part of the away team. He looked at Volsung talking to the Doctor and then looked at Amanda. War was easy to understand, but as far as he could gather the whole marathon rescue was a waste of resources, so some pirate could tell them to back off. And it cost them dearly.

Drake sighed slightly as he stepped away from the others, looking down at Amanda with a trouble frown. He knew they'd done the best they could given the circumstances in Marathon's engineering, but it didn't make him feel any less responsible, when he should have been covering her. He set the small pot with the red flower onto the medical table next to her, not caring if it was in the way or not. "Hurry up and get better, so I can throw more rodents at you," he murmured.

"She's a fighter." Cameron replied looking at the assembled security officers. "We're keeping her out for a while longer, even with our tech there's still a lot of trauma for her to recover from."

Magnus nodded as he watched Cameron for a moment before back at Amanda in bed. His eyes went to the flower that Drake had brought, a small smile coming to him. He put the charm next to it. "She is that. A fighter," he remarked.

"Does Ensign Joran know about Amanda?" Cameron asked. "They went through the academy together, along with a few others on the Wolff."

"Yes," Magnus nodded as he looked at Cameron. He knew their backgrounds and had made sure Joran was informed.

"You must be keeping him very busy, otherwise he would have beaten all of you to Amanda's bedside." Cameron remarked, she'd definitely expected Joran to be there well in advance of anyone, even Amanda's other academy mates onboard.

"We have two ships worth of fallout to figure out," Drake shook his head with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Most of us have been on lugging duty for hours on end. No offence, Sir."

O'Sullivan raised an eyebrow and shook his head. He headed for the exit. He still had a meeting with Lieutenant Prenar.

"None taken, the last twenty four hours have been hard on all of the ships departments, we're lucky to have only taken limited casualties." Cameron said, unfortunately she was speaking to members of the department that had suffered the most significant casualties. "Smith and Zize have been stasis prepped for their journey home. You have my sympathies."

Drake sighed; a subtle sound, but definitely felt. He rubbed his face tiredly with a frown. What an absolutely shit show his mission had turned into. He wondered briefly how he'd managed to stay on his feet, his stomach tightening with the thought. "Is there anything we can do for Turell?"

"Nothing physically" Cameron replied looking down at Amanda. "Maybe you could stay with her for a little while? she may not acknowledge you but it will be nice to hear a familiar voice."

Drake looked across to Magnus, meeting his eyes and arching an eyebrow in question.

Magnus looked at Drake for a moment. They were stretched thin, the crew needed rest. "Drake," he said, his voice quiet. "I'll take the first watch." He moved to sit down. He could write his report from here, it would give Drake a chance to finish up for the day and get some sleep. Their shift patterns had been screwed up completely. He wasn't even sure which shift they were on anymore.

Drake nodded, letting out a long breath before leaning over Amanda. "Hang in there," he gave her arm a squeeze before moving past Magnus. "I'll be back in a few hours," he nodded firmly, the back of his hand tapping his shoulder on the way past.

"Alright," Magnus said before he watched him go. He let out a breath and then looked over at Amanda's unconscious face. "And you...you just hang in there."



OFF:

Ensign Cameron Kore
Nurse
[Pnpc Taliserra]

Lt. Magnus Volsung
Assistant Chief Security
[PNPC Slattery]

Ensign Eden Drake
Security Officer
[Pnpc] Rowe

 

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