Home Sweet.... Temporary Home

Posted on Wed Apr 1st, 2020 @ 9:05am by Major Edward Maxwell

474 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Episode 106 – Stalemate
Location: Maxwell's Temporary Quarters, USS Kearsage
Timeline: MD02: 1300 Hours

Time had slowed down, or at least it felt like it had, after Ensign Bremer had told him he'd be getting out of the Mercy's Sickbay. Ed knew it was all in his head as he was just anxious to get out and have some freedom to move about, provided he made it to his treatments without having to be hunted down. That was the condition of his release from Sickbay, as long as he showed up for his treatments he could go. Miss just one and he'd be right back in a biobed. THAT was threat enough to keep him on the straight and narrow.

Walking was slow going, but Ed refused to be coddled and wouldn't let anyone help him from the transporter room to his quarters. He'd had to stop and lean against the bulkheads a time or two to rest along the way, aside from his physical therapy he wasn't used to moving so much. Only way to fix that problem was to get himself back moving and into the proper condition. However, that could wait an hour or so. He made it to his temporary quarters, palmed the lock open, went inside and more or less flopped onto the bed. The quarters were more along the lines of a Senior NCO or an Ensign and not what he was used to, but compared to a biobed they were damn near palatial. Once again, it was all a matter of how one looked at their situation.

His personal belongings were... somewhere, he hoped. Unless they had been beamed to SB400 before the battle, or the ship he'd been on prior to that hadn't been destroyed while his things were still onboard. If they did in fact still exist, they'd catch up to him eventually. It just might be a few days, or weeks, or months...

Ed woke up with a start and found himself shaking slightly. He had no idea what in the world he'd been dreaming. It disappeared as fast as he woke up. Shaking his head to clear whatever cobwebs might be hanging around in there he pushed himself up from the couch.

"Enough of that laying around and napping old man." He chided himself. "Time to get moving and put some work in. Brain's been getting some use, time to put the ol' body through its paces."

He removed the replicated uniform he'd been given upon his release from Sickbay and replicated himself a pair of sneakers, sweatpants, sleeveless shirt, a pair of casual pants, a nicer shirt, and appropriate other odds and ends for both outfits. The casual clothes joined the uniform in the locker beside the bed. The workout clothing made its way onto his person. He was off duty and he'd be damned if he was going to wear his uniform all the time.

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