The night, apart from the idea of disembodied spirits wandering the ship, was quiet. Tov’s vitals stabilized and a transfusion from Second Minister Maree helped. It was not particularly any ‘clock’ time that could be discerned or looked to for when the Gravenians might awaken, but they came awake quite normally, if a little eerily being within seconds of one another. All but Tov who was still recovering. Hone, the doctor, shook his head and rolled slowly off the biobed, blinking to get his bearings again.
“How is Tov?” he asked, shuffling over to where he was and trying to make sense of the readings above on the console.
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