Auxesia - Stories on the Eidolon Wraith

[A/)- The Inner Phalanx]

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Phantom Feelings

Miranda shuffles quietly through the halls of the Wraith, the lights of the ship dimmed for the evening. She makes her way towards the medbay, rapping softly on the door of Michael Glass.

"Jeez I hope he isn't sleeping right now or something..."
The brief sounds of a struggle could be heard from the other end of the door, followed by low-key wincing and something falling over, which was complimented by an audible sigh. The door swung open slowly and Michael poked his head out carefully, leaning on one of his crutches. "Do you require something?"
Miranda's eyes widen, staring awkwardly towards the man in charge of the med bay. "I urr, wanted to see William..." Michael chuckled slightly at the formality. "The Med-bay is open access. You can visit him as much as you like. He was moved to isolation room three. The door is open." Michael pointed further down the hall towards the med-bay.

William was still resting there, his body peacefully lying dormant and seemingly oblivious to the world around him. His hair had grown a bit, and a beard was forming once more around his chiseled chin. A certain warmth seemed to emanate from him.

Is that who I think it is...?

She nods quickly, putting a hand on her shoulder "Thank you, sorry for waking you up." She smiles and quietly moved towards the room
Miranda moves towards the room Glass pointed out, turning and putting a hand on the border of the door once she reached it. She takes a deep breath, pushing the door in and peering into the room, gasping to herself at the sight of Foulke comatose body. She steps in, closing the door behind her, and moves closer to Foulke. She observes every feature of what she could clearly see, notably his face. She leans in closer, inspecting his face and stroking a hand down Foulke cheek, shuddering to herself at the rough texture of the forming facial hair.

It is her. Miranda's here. Thank god. I can feel her somehow.

His skin still felt incredibly warm, Miranda sighs to herself, oncing over Foulkes features once more before taking a few steps back, easing her sore back and bottom into the chair. She simply sits there, staring at Foulkes closed eyes, but the steady rise and fall of his chest still reassured her.

I wish I could see her with my eyes. But they won't open... Nothing is listening to me. Dammit.

He tried in vain to move his limbs, firing off the neural pathways that would instinctually lead to movement. But as usual, nothing happened.
Miranda continues staring curiously at Foulke as she looks over to her bag, digging out a small breakfast snack...

I wish I could hear her. Feel her. Just... Be able to perceive her being here in front of me.

The melody played in his head, distantly. He mentally dismissed it, instead trying to focus on what he thought was Miranda.
Miranda pulls a pancake out of a zip bag, quietly chewing it. She digs inside of her bag again, digging out a small bowl of fruit. With the bowl in hand, pancake in the other, She walks over to Foulkes bed. She looks down at him, still silent, laying the fruit basket by his side, next to his ribs.
He tried to picture what she might be doing. Knowing her, she was probably being as quiet as usual, looking at him. It gave him some comfort to know someone was caring for him. Miranda and that other person.
Miranda smiles, moving her hand around into Foulkes, entwining them together. Miranda moves and sits back down, moving her seat closer so she can sit by Foulke and hold his hand.
The room felt warmer as she grabbed his hand. Unnaturally, yet comfortingly. It was as if everything was glowing.
Miranda smiles, sitting with Foulke, it felt she could just be here with him, for days... It wasn't often they got time to themselves, and even though this wasn't the best time... Miranda makes the most of it. Holding Foulkes hand in one hand, and in the other eating a pancake.

She feels closer for some reason. Like I can reach out and touch her.

William pictured his arm slowly rising and moving his hand to caress Mira's face gently. The image gave him a degree of comfort.
Miranda finishes her breakfast shortly after, scarfing down the small meal. She bites her lip and squeezes Foulkes hand, still tender in her trip though. She felt tired, but couldn't fall asleep, this was the first time she had seen Foulke so far... And she wanted a night to watch him. She had to make up for not being there when all this happened.

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