The Eternal Queen
Feena Mason opened her bright silver eyes for the first time in quite a few hours. She said nothing, simply stared at the ceiling. It was difficult for her mind to assess what actually happened just a few hours ago. She remembered pain, but pain was not new. She remembered blood. Her blood.
Her eyes flashed to the I.V. bag next to her, slowly pumping red life back into her veins. That seemed about right. She had bled a lot. Of course she would receive blood from a donor.
But what next? Feena reached down. The baby bump was gone, in it's place, a new scar. Emergency Cesarian section. Wonderful. Well, that made sense. She remembered being cut open.
In fact, the whole situation was a little more dire than she knew. She'd died on the operating table once. Second time she'd died in her life. She was sicker than she knew. Was still sick. And nobody knew why.
And the baby? Little Celeste was sleeping soundly now in the nursery, getting all the attention she could get from the staff. And on the subject of staff, where was she even? What hospital? Obviously it was a hospital of some kind. It was too big to just be a medical ward of a ship, and it looked far too nice. So where?
Her eyes scanned the ceiling. Something familiar about the tiles. The equipment, that logo on the side of the scanner... Familiar.
Sanctuary. I'm in a sanctuary. This one is... she glanced out the window, mind working at half speed, ...Adarlon. I helped build this one personally.
The room was large. Larger than the others. She hadn't requested a birthing suite. Certainly not the best room they had. But here she was, recovering in luxury. The Archon smiled weakly. They gave her the best room, no doubt, because they owed their jobs to her.
It took longer than it should have for her to wonder where @[member="Keter"] was. She hadn't seen him, and she knew he would never miss the birth of his child. But then, he could be curled up asleep across the room and Feena would not be able to see him. Rolling over required an effort that she just did not have in her.
Her eyes flashed to the I.V. bag next to her, slowly pumping red life back into her veins. That seemed about right. She had bled a lot. Of course she would receive blood from a donor.
But what next? Feena reached down. The baby bump was gone, in it's place, a new scar. Emergency Cesarian section. Wonderful. Well, that made sense. She remembered being cut open.
In fact, the whole situation was a little more dire than she knew. She'd died on the operating table once. Second time she'd died in her life. She was sicker than she knew. Was still sick. And nobody knew why.
And the baby? Little Celeste was sleeping soundly now in the nursery, getting all the attention she could get from the staff. And on the subject of staff, where was she even? What hospital? Obviously it was a hospital of some kind. It was too big to just be a medical ward of a ship, and it looked far too nice. So where?
Her eyes scanned the ceiling. Something familiar about the tiles. The equipment, that logo on the side of the scanner... Familiar.
Sanctuary. I'm in a sanctuary. This one is... she glanced out the window, mind working at half speed, ...Adarlon. I helped build this one personally.
The room was large. Larger than the others. She hadn't requested a birthing suite. Certainly not the best room they had. But here she was, recovering in luxury. The Archon smiled weakly. They gave her the best room, no doubt, because they owed their jobs to her.
It took longer than it should have for her to wonder where @[member="Keter"] was. She hadn't seen him, and she knew he would never miss the birth of his child. But then, he could be curled up asleep across the room and Feena would not be able to see him. Rolling over required an effort that she just did not have in her.