The Eternal Queen
One.... Two.... Three.... four...
Feena silently counted the seconds, minutes, until it was time to take her medicine again. She sat in her office, watching the chrono on her wall inch ever closer to the hour. It was almost time for her to go home too... well, home-ish. She often slept in her office, but she had a small apartment that she stayed in when she did not have time to travel all the way back home to Imerria.
twenty nine... Thirty.... Thirty one....
That was just how it had to be. She would sacrifice her health, her time and precious moments with her family for this project. It was so... important. More important than anything she had ever done in her life. Project Sanctuary- they called it the hope for the less fortunate. A charity of sorts, providing shelter, health care and education to those who have been displaced by war, corruption, disease... Anybody who needed it.
forty six... forty seven... forty eight....
But she was starting to feel the stress of keeping such a large project afloat. She had to keep collecting donations at all times. Convincing someone to donate to a cause that was not 'profitable' was nearly impossible. But she had to do it. And she had so many young healers to train. And so many patients...
And she hadn't spent a night with her husband in many months. And Felicity was starting to forget her face. And Celeste, the little six month old Celeste... she didn't know her mother at all. She cried when Feena tried to pick her up. She preferred the protocol droid over her. It broke her heart. Shattered it.
Fifty eight... Fifty nine...
Her wrist chrono beeped and she opened the little bottle on her desk. One green pill to fight the infection... And a blue one. For 'pain'. She still told herself it was for the pain. The truth was... she just could not stop herself from taking them.
After she swallowed the medicine, she packed the pill bottles away. It was time to go home. She would normally stay late and finish work, but she was feeling so tired tonight. She'd been pulling too many all nighters and her husband was worried. She could see it all over his face when she talked to him on the holocommunicator.
"I think... I think I'll go home tonight," she sighed, deciding then and there that she needed to see her girls again. Now. She could dip into her apartment, pack a bag and hire a pilot to fly her back home.
Yes. That was what she would do. She picked up her bag, stretched her tired muscles, and left her office.
Feena silently counted the seconds, minutes, until it was time to take her medicine again. She sat in her office, watching the chrono on her wall inch ever closer to the hour. It was almost time for her to go home too... well, home-ish. She often slept in her office, but she had a small apartment that she stayed in when she did not have time to travel all the way back home to Imerria.
twenty nine... Thirty.... Thirty one....
That was just how it had to be. She would sacrifice her health, her time and precious moments with her family for this project. It was so... important. More important than anything she had ever done in her life. Project Sanctuary- they called it the hope for the less fortunate. A charity of sorts, providing shelter, health care and education to those who have been displaced by war, corruption, disease... Anybody who needed it.
forty six... forty seven... forty eight....
But she was starting to feel the stress of keeping such a large project afloat. She had to keep collecting donations at all times. Convincing someone to donate to a cause that was not 'profitable' was nearly impossible. But she had to do it. And she had so many young healers to train. And so many patients...
And she hadn't spent a night with her husband in many months. And Felicity was starting to forget her face. And Celeste, the little six month old Celeste... she didn't know her mother at all. She cried when Feena tried to pick her up. She preferred the protocol droid over her. It broke her heart. Shattered it.
Fifty eight... Fifty nine...
Her wrist chrono beeped and she opened the little bottle on her desk. One green pill to fight the infection... And a blue one. For 'pain'. She still told herself it was for the pain. The truth was... she just could not stop herself from taking them.
After she swallowed the medicine, she packed the pill bottles away. It was time to go home. She would normally stay late and finish work, but she was feeling so tired tonight. She'd been pulling too many all nighters and her husband was worried. She could see it all over his face when she talked to him on the holocommunicator.
"I think... I think I'll go home tonight," she sighed, deciding then and there that she needed to see her girls again. Now. She could dip into her apartment, pack a bag and hire a pilot to fly her back home.
Yes. That was what she would do. She picked up her bag, stretched her tired muscles, and left her office.