Doubts and Treachery

[ChillerMiller]

[color=#33CC00]16th May

Battleship Altenburg, medical station 1300 SMT

Vivien'€™s superior was sitting near her bed, where she was still lying unconscious. She has been in that stage for 2 weeks already and nobody understood why it was that way. Her physical injuries were mostly healed so it was at least a little improvement.

A doctor entered the room, holding a document in his hands.

<div align="right]"Ah, there you are, I have something for you."

He handed the document over to the superior and remained near the bed for a moment. He sighed.

<div align="right]"Read the document, I am sorry but she will no longer be able to fly for the Military. It is too risky for her as well for her wingmen."

The superior nodded while reading the document, he kind of expected it to be that way, it made him sad to lose one of his better pilots. He closed the document and put it into his briefcase.

<div align="right]"It saddens me but I guess it has to be that way, seems I have to live with it."

He received no answer, the doctor just stood there silently, observing Vivien.

<div align="right]"The Marinenachrichtendienst is starting to annoy me, they want to have a talk with her and keep asking me for a possible date when she might wake up. I am pretty much sure they don'€™t care about her health status. Nobody knows what is going on in her head."

They seemed to be a bit hopeless, standing there arround the bed, not being able to change Vivien'€™s situation.

<div align="right]"Please make sure that she will get some piece once she woke up. She is my patient and I care a lot about her, make sure she gets at least one month to recover."

"I will try my best."