The Long Road From The Sleeping..

Hmm currently in writing.. will be put in here soon..

Part one.. the morbid situation

Ancorite Frantaasa walks to his desk.. with a heavy heart he looks to the beds before slowly opening a battered old diary wrapped in a thin leafy cover.. he dips an elegant looking farstrider feather quill and dips it into some ink before scratching into the blank page.. his handwriting seems elegant and smooth,

It is a typical day in the tent here.. on amurist.. the medical hut now only containing the critical folk.. it has been many years now since the crash and most of the walking wounded have been healed and have long since "fled the nest" as it were.. things are much better now.. it is much easier to tend to those poor souls that were less fortunate upon the crash.. several of the people here were those on the lower levels of the ship.. the engines or what.. I don't know.. IM an ancorite.. I have no idea about the mechanical.. several floors had collapsed crushing many.. those lucky to survive are ether permanently disfigured, In this room on one of the now more permanent beds.. or now going round exodar to see if she can be salvaged for flight again.. thow this is unlikely.. they spend there time repairing power conduits simply to keep the lights on and turn it into some more permanent residence..
take this chap for example..
Saakanra is his name.. Poor fellow..He was in one of the lower chambers when things went wrong.. he is concious but after suffering massive burns to his tail and his right leg.. even with the most vigorous treatments.. his tail got what the humans call gangrene.. it had to go.. he has been bound to his bed,.. ever tried walking without a tail? I dont know how those humans do it..
and this woman here..a technical Old Lesantaa,.. suffered masive internal bleeding and organ rearrangement from the impact itself... it has taken years to put her right yet she still complains of intence pain, The sister suspects she has suffered massive in her time.. she is one of the old ones.. an elder.. this crash seems to have pushed her past the edge.. and another.. a bed that has Been undisturbed for some time..
A woman called monrena.. Look at her.. she is barley old enough to have become a technical.. yet times were desperate.. all handy in that craft were conscripted to take hold and run exodar for ower escape..thow she did not suffer such direct impacts as the others.. she was caught in one of the many explosions running down a pipe.. the few technicals that are still awake told me it was coolant vapour.. narrue knows what that did to her mind.. she suffered massive head injury.. her head split as if she had been struck by an axe of war and impaled,.. poor girl is lucky to be alive.. she has still to awaken from her slumber..
I has been four years now.. She is one of four still in this comatose state.. the others at least are able to move a few feet a day.. yet.. we check on her.. make sure they are comfortable.. I always wonder what she sleeps about.. if she is even dreaming..

After several requests.. again all they send me is basic supplies.. crude medical equipment that i wouldn't use on a beast..let alone ower brethren.. they say it comes from the humans.. I dread to know there medical practices.. yet we seem to be allied with these Pink skins.. lets see how this plays out.. Ah Its time for Lankretaa's bath and meal..

Frantaasa sighs deeply placing his quill back into his pot and closes his diary.. he turns round to the sound of shuffling and smiles kindly

"Ah your awake Lesantaa.. what will it be today? Moth soup or Strider sandwich?"

he smiles kindly as he shuffles to the stove getting the moth soup already knowing which she will choose

the sun has started to rise high form the sky.. the sun shafts beam brightly threw the purple glass into the make shift infirmary.. Ancorite Frantaasa is doing his usual normal rounds, he lingers .. basking in the warmth of the sunlight glowing threw the windows as he gathers a fresh food drip for the comatose patient.. he trots over to monrena, he smiles at her kindly as her gently replaces the empty drip with a fresh new one before a whiff catches his nose

"my my your a little whiff today.. one would think you have just ran a marathon in this heat!"

he leans down closer and starts to inspect how her scar is healing.. he tuts and shakes his head disappointingly*

"that's not healing well as expected.. Not at all.. how unusual.."

*he places his hand uppon her forehead and would close his eyes, soon the room fills with a gently masculine humm as his hand glows subtly as he "inspects" the damage and why it is not healing only to be interrupted by a cough.. he peers to the unconscious girl and shrugs*

"Hmm.. a rousing motion.. perhaps your finally waking up after all these years.. wheres your clip records.."

he slowly wanders to the end of her bed and resumes reading her notes.. his eye flicks to monrena.. an eyebrow is raised.. he then shakes his head before jotting down the development.. he moves off to the small lake close by.. he takes his time keeping his back to the sun and his tail stretched out and firm as if to sunbathe.. he sinks a large bucket of water into the river and returns slowly to monrena's bedside. He grabs a sponge from beside her bed and would as delicately as possible whilst maintaining the girls dignity remove her bed sheet and clothing leaving the barest cloth to keep her "decent" he would proceed to wash her with the warm fresh water.. as he turns her over to wash under her tail pit her tail would wrap very tightly round his arm.. he blinks in surprise.

"Monrena? Are.. are you with us?

there would be no response at first but after a few moments her tail would clench around the anchorites wrist.. he would smile braudly

"well well this is good news.. can you say anything?"

no response

" Umm.. can you see anything?"

a tail squeeze is quick in response

"so you can hear me.. good good... and understand this good too.. if I may this development has now given me a lot of work to do.. can i go get my hand back so i can get a suitable doctor for you?"

*her tail would respond by clenching tightly round his wrist.. he sighs understandingly*


"of course.. you must have been awake for some time.. I will stay with you then"

*he proceeds to gently use his free hand to cover monrena again and then reaches under the bed for a small book.. he would begin reading it out loud to her to help her drift off to sleep again.. his words soft and soothing.. it would sound like a child's lulabie book.. it would not be long beffor monrena's tail slackens, Ancorite Frantaasa wastes no time .. he very quickly scuttles off*

he barks at one of the trainee ancoresses..
"nurse.. watch over this patient.. I need to drag over the master from exodar.."

with an almost exited yet urgent step he quickly dissapears out of the building