Log Gone Wrong.
Posted on Tue Oct 6th, 2020 @ 4:22pm by
500 words; about a 3 minute read
MD07 1900
ON:
“Assistant Chief Medical officers log,” Richard began as he sat in from of the COM station in his smaller quarters. The whole things seemed surreal as the demotion and move still hadn’t settled into his mind well enough. He heard the patter of Abigail’s feet. He turned his head away from the screen to look down the hall though all he could see was the young girl disappearing into her room.
“I’m still getting used to my new assignments,” Ballston admitted returning his attention to the COM station, “it was the right decision, for everyone, though playing second place after being in charge isn’t as easy as I thought it would be.”
“There’s also the issue with Lei’halla, Richard went on, “she still won’t answer any communications I attempt and Fahli’, Fahli’ I worry about all the time.” The man drew in a deep breath and tried looking down the hall again, “she’s taking a big risk doing her own investigation and I must admit she’s a brave woman in spite of her natural shyness.”
Turning his attention back to the COM, Richard shook his head, “really need to know how she is doing, what sort of information she’s been able to find and that she’s safe but I don’t want to call her, that might tip them off if she is in contact with me.”
Again, down the hall Richard heard Abigail, this time leaving her room and headed towards their bathroom with something in her hand. He couldn’t tell exactly what it was though he had a good idea it was her doll.
“I am planning to go talk to intel, see if they can look in on things,” Richard said as his gaze came back to the COM, “seems the safest way for me to find things out.” He tilted his head, “there’s also Abigail’s counseling appointments. Things seem to be going well by at times she seems distant to me. I try not to read her mind, though it’s hard to keep from doing. Computer End Long.”
As the last words were spoken he felt something about his feet, slippery and he looked down. Water had run down the hall and formed a small stream from the bathroom, “Abigail, what’s…” He stopped and stood up heading towards the bathroom where the water was coming from.
Inside, Richard found Abigail, shower door wide open and completely soaked, water pooling on the floor and running out into the hallway. He reached over and shut the water off and shook his head, “Abigail, what are you trying to do?”
The Blond haired girl looked up innocently and said, “I’m just pretending it’s raining on Azzia.”
Richard’s face took on a puzzled look as he pondered what his daughter had just said, “Sweetheart, you know it never rains on Azzia.”
“Yes,” Abigal said softly, “but it will.”
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