A moment of relaxation you had yet to take. Anxious jolts had you up and on your feet completing countless circles around the center mast. Hurried taps you gave to the flooring as sitting was simply not an option.
A hold dug in your repeated path you were sure would soon cave as evidence if you did not stop soon.
Although it could not be helped.
The only cure would be your husband’s bright grin; making it successfully through the surgery which he was currently in the middle of.
A deep craving of running your hands through his vibrant red hair set in. Meeting glistening brown eyes was all you wished for at the moment.
A simple enough procedure he was going through yet all the reassurance in the world could not calm you.
On an order, Beckman brought you up and away from the lower deck’s medical bay for a breather. Shanks knew all you too well that you would patiently wait at the door until the end.
Several attempts at sneaking back down were quickly thwarted by a heavy cough.