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ANTHRO XXIV
Time passed slowly as the lab fell eerily silent, neither me, Abigale or Xavier saying a word as Iggy slept upon the table. She had been hooked up to monitors and IV lines to keep her stable and to trace her body’s
heartrate, breathing and brain activity, awaiting signs of response – anything to show she was ok.
I could not focus on the tasks at hand, the data we’ve collected over the past week needed to be catalogued, and I needed to record a video log of my time out and about with the survey team, on top of that I was to help Abigale in the attempt to bioengineer a clone of the plant we had discovered by utilizing the DNA and the thorough scans we did of it.
Every passing moment I would turn away from the monitor to look at Iggy; her feline figure was so subtle and fragile, her fur so soft and well groomed. Her body riddled with small black spots which contrasted perfectly against her sand colored fur. She was so small and young, and something inside of me wanted her to stay here in the ANTHRO, to be a part of the science team instead of taking risks with the archeological team aboard the Primrose.
“Do you think the EPTC will allow internal transfers?” I asked Abigale as she walked past, carrying a holographic clipboard of some of the data.
“W-What?” She asked, obviously interrupted from what she was doing.
“Is it possible, Iggy could become part of the medical team – our team?” I repeated, this time more clearly.
Abigale looked at me and blinked before pressing a few commands on the clipboard and bringing up the EPTC Procedures and Regulations page. She began to scroll through an assortment of digital documents as she read through silently.
“I don’t see anything about transferals, Ray, but her position in the archaeological team comes with years of experience and education – her expertise in the subject is non transferrable to a medical profession, nor will it be practical for her to suddenly convert – she has no experience in the field and thus she would be a liability for the EPTC instead of a valuable asset where she is now…” she protested.
I let out a sigh and nodded, “I know…but what about me? I mean, I have no scientific background, but here I am!”
“That is true, and the EPTC was actually considering you to be on the archeological team with her and under Branson’s command, but, well…I knew you would rather be aboard ANTHRO,” She smirked and gave a swish of her tail.
“Heh, you’re not lying there!”
It didn’t seem like much more time had passed when one of the monitors began to come to life, showing readings from Iggy’s brain – her consciousness regaining strength. At first, she slowly moved her fingers, but then quickly she began to rouse, mewing and shifting on the table before jerking awake in a panic.
“Iggy! It’s ok! You’re safe!” I exclaimed running to her side along with Abigale and Xavier.
“R-Ray? Wh-Where am I!?”
“You’re aboard the ANTHRO, in our lab…my god I thought I had lost you in the storm!”
“I thought I was a goner too, all I remember was that strong gust and then me falling…I hit my head, and everything went black…” she nearly cried.
“It’s ok now though, I found you and brought you back, the storm will be over soon…” I said softly.
“Ray, she must rest a bit…I’ll move her to the patient care quarters where she can be under the care of one of our own staff nurses until she’s regained her strength and the storm passes where she can resume her duties on the Primrose.” Abigale stated, using the holographic clipboard to complete the transferal.
I frowned at the proposal, but I knew this bittersweet ordeal would eventually come to pass, and she would have to resume her work. At least I had the satisfaction of knowing I saved her life and that she was grateful as Iggy looked at me with her bright green eyes and gave a smile.
“We will see each other again, Ray, I’m sure of it” she purred.
“Xavier, could you escort Ms. Iggy to the PCQ, room 3220 on Deck A, Please?” Abigale requested. “At once Dr. Fraustfer.” The raccoon nodded and acknowledged the request.
“Come Ray, we have much to do…” Abigale ordered distracting me from the small feline as the cart carrying her, was pushed out the lab door and sealed shut behind.
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My submission for the 4-04-19
Thursday_prompt, this week's prompt was the word "Convert" and was the inspiration behind this story. So here we have Iggy in the lab still unconscious from her ordeal with the storm, and Ray attempting to convince Abigale to convert her from being a risk taking archeologist to a lab rat...er kitty
this week's prompt is shorter than normal as I failed to come up with anything more for it to follow along. Writer's block hit me hard and I skipped last week due to lack of inspiration so I had to go with something
Hope you all enjoy ^^
Time passed slowly as the lab fell eerily silent, neither me, Abigale or Xavier saying a word as Iggy slept upon the table. She had been hooked up to monitors and IV lines to keep her stable and to trace her body’s
heartrate, breathing and brain activity, awaiting signs of response – anything to show she was ok.
I could not focus on the tasks at hand, the data we’ve collected over the past week needed to be catalogued, and I needed to record a video log of my time out and about with the survey team, on top of that I was to help Abigale in the attempt to bioengineer a clone of the plant we had discovered by utilizing the DNA and the thorough scans we did of it.
Every passing moment I would turn away from the monitor to look at Iggy; her feline figure was so subtle and fragile, her fur so soft and well groomed. Her body riddled with small black spots which contrasted perfectly against her sand colored fur. She was so small and young, and something inside of me wanted her to stay here in the ANTHRO, to be a part of the science team instead of taking risks with the archeological team aboard the Primrose.
“Do you think the EPTC will allow internal transfers?” I asked Abigale as she walked past, carrying a holographic clipboard of some of the data.
“W-What?” She asked, obviously interrupted from what she was doing.
“Is it possible, Iggy could become part of the medical team – our team?” I repeated, this time more clearly.
Abigale looked at me and blinked before pressing a few commands on the clipboard and bringing up the EPTC Procedures and Regulations page. She began to scroll through an assortment of digital documents as she read through silently.
“I don’t see anything about transferals, Ray, but her position in the archaeological team comes with years of experience and education – her expertise in the subject is non transferrable to a medical profession, nor will it be practical for her to suddenly convert – she has no experience in the field and thus she would be a liability for the EPTC instead of a valuable asset where she is now…” she protested.
I let out a sigh and nodded, “I know…but what about me? I mean, I have no scientific background, but here I am!”
“That is true, and the EPTC was actually considering you to be on the archeological team with her and under Branson’s command, but, well…I knew you would rather be aboard ANTHRO,” She smirked and gave a swish of her tail.
“Heh, you’re not lying there!”
It didn’t seem like much more time had passed when one of the monitors began to come to life, showing readings from Iggy’s brain – her consciousness regaining strength. At first, she slowly moved her fingers, but then quickly she began to rouse, mewing and shifting on the table before jerking awake in a panic.
“Iggy! It’s ok! You’re safe!” I exclaimed running to her side along with Abigale and Xavier.
“R-Ray? Wh-Where am I!?”
“You’re aboard the ANTHRO, in our lab…my god I thought I had lost you in the storm!”
“I thought I was a goner too, all I remember was that strong gust and then me falling…I hit my head, and everything went black…” she nearly cried.
“It’s ok now though, I found you and brought you back, the storm will be over soon…” I said softly.
“Ray, she must rest a bit…I’ll move her to the patient care quarters where she can be under the care of one of our own staff nurses until she’s regained her strength and the storm passes where she can resume her duties on the Primrose.” Abigale stated, using the holographic clipboard to complete the transferal.
I frowned at the proposal, but I knew this bittersweet ordeal would eventually come to pass, and she would have to resume her work. At least I had the satisfaction of knowing I saved her life and that she was grateful as Iggy looked at me with her bright green eyes and gave a smile.
“We will see each other again, Ray, I’m sure of it” she purred.
“Xavier, could you escort Ms. Iggy to the PCQ, room 3220 on Deck A, Please?” Abigale requested. “At once Dr. Fraustfer.” The raccoon nodded and acknowledged the request.
“Come Ray, we have much to do…” Abigale ordered distracting me from the small feline as the cart carrying her, was pushed out the lab door and sealed shut behind.
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
My submission for the 4-04-19
Thursday_prompt, this week's prompt was the word "Convert" and was the inspiration behind this story. So here we have Iggy in the lab still unconscious from her ordeal with the storm, and Ray attempting to convince Abigale to convert her from being a risk taking archeologist to a lab rat...er kitty this week's prompt is shorter than normal as I failed to come up with anything more for it to follow along. Writer's block hit me hard and I skipped last week due to lack of inspiration so I had to go with something
Hope you all enjoy ^^
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