CH06 S [D03|1430] One Last Chance To Say Goodbye
[ LT Daniel Havenborn, Callsign: Salvo & ENS K’Ren, Callsign: Neko | Deck 16, FAB Locker Room > Deck 11, Main Sickbay | USS Theurgy, Vector 2 ] ] Attn: @SummerDawn
Daniel had removed his flight suit and donned his uniform again, he had also made sure that K'Ren had done the same as well. He knew that she was in a vulnerable state and if he could at least keep her focused on a task that should help, at least until they went to identify Deacon's body. He waited at the entrance of the FAB for K'Ren to walk out of the locker room, he was going to walk with her to the infirmary and stick with her as long as she needed him. As soon as K'Ren had joined him he walked beside her as they made their way towards the infirmary. "Are you sure you want to see him?" Daniel asked her. Back on the Resolve when she had lost Markus there hadn't been much of a body to recover, this time it seemed was different and he wasn't sure if seeing him would help or hurt her more.
K'Ren had changed into her uniform, the one piece dress she'd taken to wearing after she'd discovered the pattern in the replicator. Not that it mattered now, Deacon liked seeing her in it, but he was dead and she was alone again. She mewled a little as she changed, feeling like a lost kitten stranded and alone. She had to do this, had to see Deacon one final time, say goodbye to the man she loved. She came out, sadness on her face but she was trying to be brave, at least long enough to say goodbye to Deacon. His question of if she was sure, was met by a nod. "I am sure Daniel, I have to do this. I need to say goodbye to my love."
Daniel nodded, he understood but still felt that he should ask. He offered her his arm if she needed some support while they walked through the corridor. He couldn't help but notice how cute she looked in the dress, he realized that now wasn't the time to tell her that but made note to tell her later. "Understood, I'll be here as long as you need me to." He said seeing the turbolift coming into view.
Had she been in a normal frame of mind, K'Ren might have noticed the discreet glances from Daniel, the typical male admiration of a women's figure, and been flattered. But as she was, she took Daniel's offered arm, almost clinging to it while trying to maintain some semblance of poise and grace, not let the world know she felt weak and defeated, that she was clinging to a freind for support, both mental and physical. The walk to the turbolift felt like an eternity, and when the door closed leaving her and Daniel alone, she let out a sigh, mewling a little, a small tremor in her body as she tried to maintain her composure.
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The last fifty feet to sickbay was the hardest walk K'Ren had ever made. She'd never done this before, her first mate Markus, there'd been little to identify, he'd died in an explosion, his atoms scattered across space. Deacon had not been so lucky, this she knew in her heart, there'd been time to feel death, not the snap of vaporization, but the slow pain of a death that left a body. She was shaking, her tail twitching madly as they entered. The nurse that saw them at the door came over, and K'Ren started to speak but felt the words choke up in her throat, and little more then a whimper escaped her lips.
Daniel had seen death on numerous occasions and his first experience with it had been during his childhood; losing his mother during the birth of his youngest sister. That had forever shaped him, it had also been the reason why he had been sent to live with his uncle and aunt. During the turbolift ride Daniel did the best he could to support K'Ren and when they finally arrived at sickbay and Daniel heard her whimper he looked at the nurse. "Can you take us to Deacon." He said as the nurse nodded and escorted them past several wounded crewmembers before bringing them to a bed which had the body of the Kzin laid on it.
As they approached the bed where Deacon lay, he looked so peaceful, at rest, like he was just asleep. K'Ren knew that even in sleep she could feel him, touch him emotionally and now, now there was no touch, no sense of life from her mate. She mewled as she went over to him, cupping his cheeks, stroking his face, he was cool to the touch, not the warm Deacon who'd curled up with her in bed so many times. "Deacon," she said softly, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Lover." She placed a hand on his chest, glancing down at the wound that'd killed him, gingerly touching the spot, sobbing, leaning back in to hold him, touch him, as if my some miracle her touch could revive him where medicine couldn't.
Daniel stood nearby letting her take time to grieve. He mourned silently for the bartender who had given him his first meal on Theurgy just a couple of months ago, seeing him lie there as his friend mourned him as well. Daniel walked up behind her slowly as he put his hand on her shoulder to give her some comfort.
K'Ren felt Daniel's hand touch her shoulder, making her almost jump a little from the unexpectedness of it. She looked at Deacon, taking his paw in hers, holding it it to her forehead, kissing it. "Deacon," she said softly, "Be at peace mate. May the fanged god accept you, judge you worthy." She placed his paw down on his chest, giving him a final kiss on the cheek. Stroking his ears, nuzzling him, she held him, unwilling to let go, but knowing she had to, knowing she had to move on. She finally tore herself away from Deacon, turning to sink in Daniel's chest, mewling softly.
As K'Ren said her farewell Daniel took one last moment to look Deacon over and then wrapped his arms around K'Ren as she tore herself away and sunk into him. Daniel had been trained to compartmentalize loss and trauma by his instructors during his training as a Neo-ECON cadet. There were times when the losses were incredibly personal that he couldn't compartmentalize but thankfully this was not one of those times, he needed to be strong for K'Ren in this moment. He began to slowly move her towards the exit with him, being careful to not go too fast, giving her time to accept the situation.
K'Ren let Daniel guide her out of sickbay. She had nowhere to go but her quarters, but she didn't want to go there, didn't want to be faced with everything there that'd remind her of Deacon, of the man she'd lost. She had to go somewhere, she couldn't run, she couldn't hide away from the world, but she needed time to grieve, time to get through the madness. As they left sickbay, she could feel some of the weight lifting, some of the abject pain fading. "I don't want to go home Daniel, his things are there, but I have no choice, I have to."
As Daniel escorted her out, weaving between orderlies and nurses, and back out into the corridor he was thinking of taking her back to her quarters but when she voiced her opposition to wanting to go back there he thought better of that. He also knew that this was not a time for her to be alone. "If it would make you feel better you can stay in my quarters until you're ready to go back." He offered. He could sleep on the floor or the couch, it wasn't any different than sleeping in the FAB lounge back on the Resolve during long weeks of sorties.
K'Ren was starting to think a little more clearly the further they got from sickbay. She looked up at him, tears matting the fur beneath her eyes and her cheeks. "I don't want to impose on you Daniel. I have to face the reality awaiting me in my quarters. If you wish to keep me company, I would welcome it, though I can not promise the madness will not set in, I can feel it already on the edges of my mind like a fog rolling in."
"You wouldn't be imposing on me, I remember what happened when we lost Markus." Daniel said, the truth of the matter was that his quarters were as spartan as when he moved in, all of his personal belongings were carried in a tactical pouch that was attached to his leg, small mementos that he carried with him for luck. "I'll keep you company regardless of where we go but I think that you shouldn't go back to your quarters until you're ready."
K'Ren's ears flattened at the mention of Markus, her first mate, also killed while serving aboard a starship. She recalled the madness then, how she felt, how she'd acted, how Daniel and a couple of the squadron mates had managed to calm her down. "Daniel," she finally said, "You know I can't turn you down, just please forgive me in advance for whatever happens, whatever I do." She was still leaning into him, but placed an arm around him, holding Daniel, the one person who'd been there for her both times.
Daniel nodded as he escorted her towards the turbolift alcove and pressed the call button. "No apologies will be necessary, I think a good rearranging of my quarters is in order." He said as the turbolift doors opened and he walked inside with her. "Deck Eight."
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