Eris on Cardamine

[Emissary]

Part III: Eris at withdrawal

Waking up. It would seem like months have passed, barely feeling own body. First came hearing but there was nothing except a simple low electronic hum. Doc was in bed, slightly angled and feels like it's a medical bed. Eyesight came the last and very slowly, blurry at first.

Was it all just a really bad dream then? Such thought might be a comforting one, to think he only woke up from a terrible nightmare and none of this had happened. The eyesight was restoring, coming back to normal state. He looked around. It seemed all familiar to him. A medical bay personal cabin. Typical and fairly small room, just like those in MedForce One, in fact could be just one of those. Slowly he moved his hand, getting back basic arm movements. How long was he out? But it sure felt good to be back.

May be it all never happened, may be had never found the strange looking alien station hidden beyond the outskirts of Liberty space...

But this room was just like any of those he had visited before, checking on patients, all that bringing back good memories and seeing people he had helped to recover. But at the corner of the room he found a something that startled him: the bag he took with him on the mad journey, the bag he lost during exploration of that station, crumpled and broken, alongside his datapad.