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Facing Fear
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
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“I am having,” Vesan k’Daridh admitted, “some difficulties with the Supply officers here at the base.” Varan looked up from her dinner, her ears cocked questioningly as her friend and superior officer added, “They are being laggard in designing and fabricating an environment suit and armor for me.”
“Because of - ?” Varan gestured with her tongs at Vesan’s left shoulder.
Vesan gestured affirmatively with her tail. “I can, of course, wear standard-issue, as I have since I was injured, but the extra limb is superfluous.” She grimaced. “It gets in the way.”
“I understand.” Varan took a sip of her henal. “Narā mō nin shlerin bart’ i’?”
Vesan’s expression grew wary at the use of the word “personal,” but she gestured affirmatively.
“I speak as a friend, and with a friend’s concern,” Varan reminded her. “Why will you not agree to regeneration therapy for your arm?”
“As I told you, Varan, I – I’m afraid. Afraid that if they regenerate my arm, they’ll be tempted to ignore my stated wishes and try to repair this,” and her tail looped up to point at the left side of her head. “And . . . the dream.”
“You’ve mentioned that it causes your seizures.” Varan reached across and took Vesan’s hand. “Please, tell me.”
Vesan’s grip tightened as her eyes closed. “In . . . the dream, I’m fighting the medical technicians who are trying to put me in the unit.” Her ears went back. “When I awaken, m-my arm is back, very weak but that’s expected, but . . . “
“But?”
The Admiral swallowed. Hard. “I – my memory would be gone.”
Without releasing her grip on Vesan’s hand, Varan got up and circled around the table. Embracing her, she whispered, “I understand.”
Vesan looked up at her, tears glimmering in her eyes. “You do?”
“I am friends with a species who don’t have memories, so I understand what it is to forget,” she said, using the word in Terran Basic. “I understand why you’re afraid, Vesan. The thought of it scares me as well. But,” and she hugged the older vir a little tighter, “you are not alone with your fears.”
Dinner was quite forgotten, as one vir consoled the other.
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
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kittydee“I am having,” Vesan k’Daridh admitted, “some difficulties with the Supply officers here at the base.” Varan looked up from her dinner, her ears cocked questioningly as her friend and superior officer added, “They are being laggard in designing and fabricating an environment suit and armor for me.”
“Because of - ?” Varan gestured with her tongs at Vesan’s left shoulder.
Vesan gestured affirmatively with her tail. “I can, of course, wear standard-issue, as I have since I was injured, but the extra limb is superfluous.” She grimaced. “It gets in the way.”
“I understand.” Varan took a sip of her henal. “Narā mō nin shlerin bart’ i’?”
Vesan’s expression grew wary at the use of the word “personal,” but she gestured affirmatively.
“I speak as a friend, and with a friend’s concern,” Varan reminded her. “Why will you not agree to regeneration therapy for your arm?”
“As I told you, Varan, I – I’m afraid. Afraid that if they regenerate my arm, they’ll be tempted to ignore my stated wishes and try to repair this,” and her tail looped up to point at the left side of her head. “And . . . the dream.”
“You’ve mentioned that it causes your seizures.” Varan reached across and took Vesan’s hand. “Please, tell me.”
Vesan’s grip tightened as her eyes closed. “In . . . the dream, I’m fighting the medical technicians who are trying to put me in the unit.” Her ears went back. “When I awaken, m-my arm is back, very weak but that’s expected, but . . . “
“But?”
The Admiral swallowed. Hard. “I – my memory would be gone.”
Without releasing her grip on Vesan’s hand, Varan got up and circled around the table. Embracing her, she whispered, “I understand.”
Vesan looked up at her, tears glimmering in her eyes. “You do?”
“I am friends with a species who don’t have memories, so I understand what it is to forget,” she said, using the word in Terran Basic. “I understand why you’re afraid, Vesan. The thought of it scares me as well. But,” and she hugged the older vir a little tighter, “you are not alone with your fears.”
Dinner was quite forgotten, as one vir consoled the other.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Alien (Other)
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File Size 48.3 kB
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