"Right, sorry about that."
"It's alright, you did what was required of you. Now we just have to do what's required of us."
She looks around the room before resettling her gaze back on the doctor.
You notice that something you initially thought was a window was in fact a hull breach. A few crewmen are working on boarding it up.
"How long do you think my recovery is going to take?"
"Ideally we'd keep you here a week to make absolutely sure no further complications arise, but we're very overworked at the moment. Tomorrow we're going to have to put you with your squadmate to free this bed up for someone else. Don't worry, though, you'll still be receiving the aid you need. You should be back on your feet in a few days."
I walk into the mess hall, to see what's cooking. Looks like burgers and actually decent french fries.
: Over there, that's the guy whose plane fell apart.
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