Brotherly Concern

Posted on 29 Jun 2020 @ 2:23am by Lieutenant Syvar MD

Mission: Mission 4 - Race against the machine
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: MD4, 0900
1221 words - 2.4 OF Standard Post Measure

As soon as he could, Michael hurried to the turbo lift and stepped in. He could feel his stomach clench, and even his chest tighten ever so slightly. Taking in several breaths to attempt to calm himself down, Michael shuddered. His thoughts drifted to the shocking news of Syvar being severely injured. He wasn't certain what happened but he had to see him, he had to go check on his brother!

In all of the commotion that has been happening due to the monster drifting in space, the planet killer, Michael hadn't found the time to talk to Syvar, since the last time they chatted. Before he stepped inside, Michael wrestled his emotions into a more calmer state. He didn't want to bombard Syvar with the maelstrom of emotions he was feeling. He made his way to where Syvar was at.

"Hi,just heard that something happened to you.Are you going to be okay?" Michael asked.

Syvar had been dozing now that the doctor was done fussing over him. His wounds had been dressed, and his broken ribs mended together again. The mask that was fitted over his nose and mouth gently fogged over in a rhythmic fashion that matched his laboured breathing. "Hi..." The sound of his strained voice was muffled by the mask and he made a feeble gesture for him to take it off. "I will be..."

His bright green eyes were filled with pain as he shifted ever so slightly, wincing visibly. The indicators on the monitor showed his level of pain despite all the medications that had been pumped into his system, and his temperature was elevated even beyond Vulcan normal.

Michael carefully moved the mask, "I will do this for a few minutes, then I will need to put it back on. Don't want anything else happening to you. I am not going to toss questions at you. Though there is one question I will ask. Is there anything I can do for you."

Syvar nodded slowly in acknowledgement of it being put back later, then slowly shook his head. After a second or so however, he seemed to reconsider. "Ratty," he murmured, "take care of Ratty..... Please... and" He hesitated, breathing slowly, as he considered his words. "Watch Amelia. Please..."

Michael nodded. " I will do both. And I have something to tell you, and I hope you don't mind, I consider you as family and hope you don't mind my adopting you as a brother." giving a slight smile.

"You said," the Vulcan gasped, gloved hand reaching out towards the man. "Not formal, but I accept. Did not have siblings." There were a great many pauses between his words as he gasped them out. "Brother," he whispered.

Michael gently took Syvar's hand giving a nod. " I won't make you talk anymore, just please get to feeling better and I will go get Ratty and take him to my quarters."

"Her..." Syvar offered a thin smile, strength leaving him. He felt exhausted. "Ratty is a girl," he breathed, "thank you." He closed his eyes for a moment as if to gather strength. "There's gossip," he added, "you and the green lady?" He clearly needed a distraction.

"Iola, she is a lovely lady and I haven't heard any rumors." Michael paused as something occurred to him. " Come to think of it, I have been asked as to what I thought of her." he smiled gently. "Are you wondering as well?"

"You like her..." Despite his pain and exhaustion, Syvar managed the smallest of smiles. "Gossip travels... she likes you..."

Michael chuckled, "Yes, I do like her. She is enchanting, and interesting. " a thoughtful expression appeared " I am treating her with utmost respect though. It is something that she deserves."

"All women do," Syvar answered, sighing ever so slightly. "Almost all," he amended with a frown.

Michael raised an eyebrow at Syvar's comment. "What woman should not be given respect. Is there someone in mind?"

"Mirror Fox." There was no question about the venom in his voice. "Has no respect for anyone. Nearly killed me... several times."

At that moment it clicked in Michael's mind, the injuries, the pain Syvar had experienced. The other subtle clues he subconsciously picked up. The viper that has caused the crew of the Andromeda pain and agony.

"I will have to agree with you where she is concerned. She doesn't deserve respect,Syvar, I am sorry for the slowness of my assembling the clues that were in front of me. I just didn't feel right in pestering you with questions. You didn't need that. "

"Don't blame you," Syvar answered softly, "I tried to hide it. Anyone knowing would've put them in danger." He drew in a shuddering breath and grimaced. "She threatened to hurt those I care about, I couldn't allow that to happen. As revenge, she nearly killed me."

Michael's eyes narrowed at this piece of news. "This is the result of her revenge? How did she...." Fresh wounds. "Wait... She has escaped?" Michael hadn't been on the bridge when that had occurred, he had been involved in some repairs.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Syvar murmured, briefly closing his eyes. He was so tired! "I don't know how... she was here, demanding supplies. I didn't give her any, only a prenatal check. I remember falling as she struck me, and then nothing." He opened feverish eyes. "She's gone, I'm glad she's off the ship." He licked his lips slowly. "I hope my Amelia is alright..."

"I do believe she is, I didn't see her in sickbay when I came in. i will go check on her when I go get Ratty. Does that sound good?" he went to get some water for Syvar and brought it back for him to sip.

Syvar nodded slowly, gratefully sipping the water. "I'm so tired," he whispered, "I don't want to sleep. I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up..."

"I am sure that you will, however, I probably need to get the doctor if you do slip into the sleep you are worried about."

Syvar shook his head. "Not him.. If.. If it happens, I want you to do it... Can you?" Weakly, he reached out with an ungloved hand. He hadn't been wearing them when he'd been shot because there hadn't been any patients at the time, and he hadn't had time to put them on when Fox had showed up. "Will you?"

Michael gulped slightly, clasping Syvar's hand like a brother would tears welling up in his eyes. "I will do so, whatever you need, I will do it."

"Don't cry..." He squeezed the hand that held his with as much strength as he was able - which wasn't much. "I'll be alright." He offered a very weak smile as he closed his eyes. "I need to sleep now... I'll need the mask... please."

Michael nodded, blinking away his tears, placing the mask back over Syvar and taking a deep calming breath. "I'll sit here for a few if you don't mind. "

"Don't mind..." The hold on Michael's hand grew slack as the injured Vulcan slipped back into sleep. The readout on the monitor dropped gradually, indicating a very deep sleep.


Ensign Syvar
Medical Officer
pnpc Aidan

● “ Ensign Michael Hawkins“
Chief Operations Officer
USS Andromeda