(OOC: Kash permission given. Minor suggestions from Atlae)
After a moment, recognition dawned on Melor’s face. “Right, Harumi.”
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Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice from his room’s doorway say, “Hello, Velhanz. I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’m here on matters concerning the ‘hole’ in Myriad II. Could you please come with me?” Melor recognized her almost instantly.
“Hello, Sarah,” he greeted her.
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After watching Velhanz and Sarah leave, Melor kissed Ayase. “Moya lyubov’,” he said, incredibly softly, “I’m afraid I’d better get up now. I can’t stay in bed all day, after all.”
As soon as his feet connected with solid ground, he lost his balance and fell onto the hard flooring. As he did so, the tragedy came rushing back. Seeing his fellow crewmen sucked into space, feeling the air robbed from his lungs, knowing that he was at death’s door.
He shivered.
No. Absolutely not. You are going to stand.
After some struggling, Melor’s arms failed him and he collapsed.
Stand, chert it!
By this time, Ayase had slid from the bed and was at his side instantly. “Melor…”
He managed to sit up, leaning against the bed and attempting to brush off her help. “I can stand… I can stand…”
Something inside Melor broke at that moment. The full weight of his recent experience suddenly crushed him. He had failed his captain, he had failed his crewmen, and now he failed to even pick himself up from the floor.
I, Melor Dementyev, have failed in every conceivable way.
He hung his head tiredly. Several tears dripped from his eyes and pattered softly on the floor beneath him.
“…I can’t.”
Ayase tenderly eased his right arm over her shoulders. “But we can,” she replied gently.
After several minutes of trial and error, wife and husband together walked haltingly from his infirmary room, one supporting the other.