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Post by Col. Charybdis on Jun 14, 2005 10:56:39 GMT -6
"No! They can't do that!" was my knee-jerk reply. Sheba had just told me that Abby had called for the medics to cut Amy off the life support and let her die so they can harvest her organs.
"She made it back. She's healthy. She can't just die!" I pleaded.
"Charybdis, her mind is not there. Her body is alive, yes, but the Amy we knew is not there anymore." Sheba tried to console. She knew how hard this was.
After all of this. Amy makes it back and then, only to have her taken away again. It didn't make any sense. None of this was.
The comm unit buzzed. Sheba took the message. "I'm sorry, Charybdis. I have to take this. Please, we'll talk soon?"
I nodded meekly and rose to leave her ready room. Amy...what a damn shame.
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Post by Col. Charybdis on Jun 17, 2005 9:23:03 GMT -6
I left the bridge and went back to my temporary quarters. I had moved into the small room in the officers complex after Elmer had committed suicide in my turboflush. Nothing had come of that investigation and I was still in the small temporary room. I sat on my bed and suddenly thought of something: Brie!
In all the ongoings, I had heard that her surgery had turned out well and that she was OK, relatively speaking. It was about time that I went to see her, if she would even want to see me. I guess there was only one way to find out...
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