Ashley nodded slightly, the reasoning was understandable as to why he was looking at more surgery. The gravity of the situation was really starting to sink in.
"so I guess I was pretty bad when I got here... I intend to listen to him, the alternative would be far worse."
She listened to what it was he was saying about the cases the hospital usually dealt with. She felt for the patients, and at the same time she had a lot of respect for the staff. It took a special kind of person to willingly surround themselves with death. She began to explain the most recent events, or at least those she could remember.
"I was lost, before the hospital pulled me in. My ship was barely holding together.... I don't remember how I ended up here, but I know that I was trying to avoid the stress. Of the jump holes in fear it would fall apart - but I had to keep moving, so I had to keep using them. They..... There were three or four ships who attacked, I can only assume it was for the reward. I think it was four, and the only reason I got away is the greyhound is nimble, it is fast.
I asked you once if you believed in fate.. "
She shrugged slightly, she couldn't explain how she managed to end up here. It was either that, or dumb luck. She took note of what he had said about the food, she had all but loved on coffee and that synth stuff while she had been gone, it was a cheap alternative.... One she could afford.
