From a-angelk@microsoft.com Tue Mar 28 10:35:59 1995 Return-Path: Received: from netmail2.microsoft.com by mail3.netcom.com (8.6.11/Netcom) id KAA24231; Tue, 28 Mar 1995 10:35:53 -0800 Received: by netmail2.microsoft.com (5.65/25-eef) id AA02726; Tue, 28 Mar 95 10:39:14 -0800 Message-Id: <9503281839.AA02726@netmail2.microsoft.com> Received: by netmail2 using fxenixd 1.0 Tue, 28 Mar 95 10:39:13 PST X-Msmail-Message-Id: BAA1D7CD X-Msmail-Conversation-Id: BAA1D7CD From: "Angela 'Anna' Korra'ti (EDP)" To: dewshine@netcom.com Date: Tue, 28 Mar 95 09:50:57 -0800 (PST) Subject: More Berni Prose Status: O Bernadette sits quietly with Kevlan across her lap. He's finally quieted down and fallen asleep..albeit a somewhat fitful sleep, but at least he's resting. She looks over his gaunt frame, her eyes tearing up again at the sight of him; part relief that he's with her again, part sorrow that someone would do this to him and put him in this shape. She admonishes herself quietly for breaking their promise to each other to watch out for each other...and she curses Elissa and Maxwell for not telling her sooner where Kevlan was. Perhaps she could have helped. She sighs. If Michael's shown her anything, it's not to beat herself up for circumstances beyond her control. She slips herself as gently as she can out from underneath Kevlan, trying to disturb him as little as possible. No use. He starts awake and looks around disoriented with a little cry. She leans her face down next to his and speaks in reassuring tones. "I'm right here, Kevlan. It's okay..." "D-Doan leave me, B-Berni!" he mumble-blurts, as he reaches for her. She lowers herself to the edge of the bed and holds his hand, speaking quietly to him, smoothing his hair back from his face, waiting for him to doze off once more. More time passes and it appears he's asleep once again. Laying his hand gently on the mattress, she gets up quietly, this time without awakening him, and crosses to the room to the terminal. She puts in a call to the infirmary and speaks with the medic on duty. "I'm sure you've been apprised of Singer Sharr's condition?" she asks in a hushed voice, trying not to disturb her sleeping fiance. The medic on screen nods, "We have, ma'am, and he really should be down here in the..." She smoothly cuts him off. "You can't do anything for him down there that I can't do for him up here. He needs familiar people right now, and that's me and Tamber al-Acorrin at the moment." She pauses to let that piece of information sink in to the medic, who remains silent, blinking at her. She continues "I need to know what types of foods to give him...what he needs to help him recover." The conversation continues for a few more moments, as Bernadette is informed of the bland, gentle, but restorative diet Kevlan will need to correct is malnourishment. "...and he'll need to soak, of course," the medic continues, "Although, Singer, I must maintain that CS Sharr belongs in the inf..." She interrupts him once more with a curt "Thank you," and breaks the connection, setting the terminal to not accept any calls. She returns to the bed where she stretches out carefully beside the slumbering Kevlan, making as many points of contact between her body and his as she can to help reassure him even as he sleeps that he is not alone. Although reclined, her arms protectively encircling Kevlan, she does not sleep, keeping watch over her beloved as his body gets the undisturbed rest it so sorely needs. -*-