Posted June 8, 2023, 2:39 p.m. by Lieutenant Hannah Lori Asimina (Asst. Chief Medical Officer) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Civilian Jason Reilly (Deputy Director - Colonial Intelligence) in Worrisome Complications
Posted by Lieutenant Hannah Lori Asimina (Asst. Chief Medical Officer) in Worrisome Complications
Posted by Civilian Jason Reilly (Deputy Director - Colonial Intelligence) in Worrisome Complications
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Jason held Hannah’s hand gently and he looked only at her even as he spoke. “This is a specific and classified, fully functioning medical suite somewhere in the Sacred Heart complex. It is shielded from all forms of access, monitoring, surveillance, or detection by design and construction. The only people who know it is here are the medical teams assigned to it and the Colonial Intelligence Agency… of which I am the Assistant Director. This is used to care medically for CIA operatives, staff, prisoners, or others deemed to be of importance to our operations and overall mission. You can’t even transport into the space. It is only accessible via a proprietary system that only we have access to.” He looked back at Sharah and said “You will, of course, maintain the classified nature of the facility.” as if it was a fact, not a request, before looking back at Hannah.
Sharah didn’t need to be telepathic to know that if Reilly thought she wouldn’t keep the secret she wouldn’t be here. She looked around. She didn’t like it, but organizations such as Colonial Intelligence needed secure places like this. Well needed was too strong a word in her opinion. “You know the tech in here could make a lot of difference to the people out there,” she mused out loud to herself. “I probably should be irritated with you for putting me in this position,” she didn’t sound too perturbed though. Sharah couldn’t be mad knowing he did it out of care and concern for Hannah. Of course that assumed he wasn’t tricking her telepathic senses at the apartment. She chose to see the good rather than be suspicious. “I am to assume, I suppose, that you had permission to aquire the crystal to form the telepathic barrier?”
Jason looked at her for a moment and then said “I do not know what you are referring to, Doctor.” and then looked back at Hannah. “You know… even with everything that has happened… I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else besides right next to her.” He took a deep breath, and then looked at Fayth. “She can recover here, or at home, or in the hospital. Whichever you prefer.” At that moment the Tellerite came over and said to Sharah “Doctor, all scans show the patient is doing well. No erythema or edema, and no internal bleeding. Dermal regenerator has finished and the incision is gone as well. All of her vital signs are stable, and with the supplemental plasma during surgery her hormone levels are already leveling out. She should be awake in about thirty minutes, but I do not see any reason to keep her here.”
Jason and the Doctors
Sharah raised a brow, how nice of him to give his permission for her to cate for her patient in the way she saw best. She didn’t say it though, he was under considerable strain and the sass would be unkind. “Hannah loves you quite deeply. It’s very obvious. I am, truly, sorry for your loss.” She looked up at Tellerite and nodded. “I assume you have access to the hospital’s main frame? Assign her a room on the Women’s Critical Care Ward. I want to keep her a couple of hours for observation.”
The doctor shook his head and said “No, Doctor. We do not have access. I apologize. OpSec and all… I m sure you understand.”
Sharah sighed. She wouldn’t be able to access the system remotely from here either. “Well I suppose then wherever it is best to get us to that ward, and I’ll arrange the room and records after.”
She turned to Jason, “Do you have a specific request for final arrangements? Or would you like me to wait and ask Hannah?” That was the beautiful thing about Sharah, her ability to out the cate and well being above everything else. To put the care of Hannah and Jason and their baby above the super-spy shenanigans.
Jason took a breath and said “Cremation. But I want to wait for Hannah to wake up first.”
“What questions do you have about Hannah?”
He shook his head and said “None. I know enough to know what to look for with regards to health, and I know she will need help processing the loss. Or maybe she won’t. The whole thing has been very… taxing… to say the least. There is a part of me that thinks her most prominent response will be relief. But.. that is up to her.”
“Even if it is mostly relief, post-partum depression is still a risk. Her body has been through a tremendous hormonal upheaval and that will affect her mood. I know she is usually very active, but she will have to take it easy for the next few weeks. Modern medical technology mostly ensures no complications, but there is always risk. She will need a full physical and psych eval before returning to duty.” Given he brought Hannah to a super spy medical facility there were probably secrets. “If there is someone here you prefer to do that, for security sake, just tell me.”
She looked at the Tellerite, “Do you have a gurney we can move her onto? I would prefer for Hannah to wake up in CRU.” She helped to transfer Hannah, and then she carefully lifted the small bundle like the precious thing it was. If Jason wanted she would let him take the baby, but she didn’t know him well enough to guess what he might want. She thanked the staff again and then they were being transfered…
Jason took the bundle prior to them departing. “I’ll meet you there.” he said as they disappeared.
It took a few minutes and a bit of confusion as to how Fayth and Asimina arrived at the hospital, where they had been, and why the emergency was no longer one; but a quick blame of a broken communicator and some approvals by Fayth and Hannah was in a room and recovering well. Jason arrived a moment later and came in the room.
Jason looked at Sharah and said “What comes next? Medically, that is.”
Sharah was sitting beside Hannah holding her hand, almost as if in a meditative state. She looked up at Jason entered. “She should be awake in another 20 minutes, and then in about an hour she should be okay to go home. There is a risk of hemorrhaging from the proceedure, but menstrual like bleeding will be normal for the next couple of weeks. Lower abdominal and back pain is also expected. Anything a basic anti-inflammatory doesn’t help should be reported immediately. The biggest risk right now is her blood pressure. Gestational hypertension can occur up to six weeks after delivery. You will both need to be aware of highs and lows. I can give her hormonal stabilizers, but it’s best to let her body return to normal on its own.”
Jason nodded and said “We’ll make sure to pay attention to it. And I’ll make sure she talks to someone in a few days, too.” He sighed heavily and then said “She deserves better. This isn’t fair to someone who gives so much of themselves to others.” and he looked directly at Fayth. “I’m sure you can empathize, Doctor.”
There were voices. Hannah did not immediately recognize them. She had a sense of very bright light somewhere outside of herself and lots of commotion. They were talking too low or were her implants malfunctioning? She tried to ask them to speak up, but she was too tired to make the effort.
Sharah stared back at him and let out a soft sigh. “No it’s not. I wish I could have done more. For all of you.” She contemplated a moment. Hannah had been determined but heart broken when she arrived. That was different now. Sharah suspected it was the man in front of her. “Hannah has been a blessing to all of us. She is an amazing person. We’ll take good care of her.”
Hannah didn’t feel quite right. Something was different. She felt confused. There were voices again, this time she could understand them. Hemorrhaging? From implant surgery? The words slowly sank in. Menstrual like abdominal and back pain, gestational hypertension. The baby. They lost the baby. There was intense, sudden grief, and then a numb acceptance.
Sharah’s gaze flicked to Hannah. She stood and walked around the bed, while glancing at the vitals. She gazed back at Jason, “I’ll be right outside when you’re ready.” And she slipped out the door.
‘We’ll make sure…’ Jason. She recognized that voice in the fog. Her fingers twitched, she thought she was signing his name. Her mouth moved a little and her eyes fluttered. “Ja…Jason?”
Jason’s hand closed on hers and he leaned over her. “Hey you.” he said softly and kissed her cheek. “You’re okay. Everything is taken care of. Just relax, alright?” He squeezed her hand twice and then waited while she came out of the fog.
Hannah’s fingers twitched under his and her eyes closed, settling back onto the bed. She could smell the antiseptic and his soap. His hand was warm and she realized she felt cool. The sound of his breath was steady, and after a few minutes her breath became deeper and more regular as she woke up.
She licked her lips before she uttered his name again, “Jason?” She opened her eyes. Her gaze slowly swept the room, her brow furrowed. “The baby’s gone?”
He took a seat on the bed next to her and took a deep breath. “Yeah…” he said softly. “I’m sorry, Hannah. There was nothing to be done.” He squeezed her hand and said “When we get home, I’ll call our families. You need to take it easy, okay?” He sat close to her and put an arm around her. “And don’t worry about anything… we made it this far. We can make it even after…”
Hannah kept her eyes on him, and then nodded slowly. She looked conflicted more than anything. She had thought she would want to hold the baby, just once, even though it wouldn’t make it. The way Jason said it though, that nothing could be done, made her think maybe it was better she didn’t, she didn’t see it.
She laid her head on his shoulder. “I’m not worried.” She lifted her hands to emphasize but it still seemed like too much effort. She was quiet for a few minutes. “I’m conflicted… confused about how I should feel, but not worried.” She sighed, “Well maybe about complications. Not us.”
Jason said “I’m not even worried about that. You had the best doctors, and you are strong. You will be fine. And we are fine.” He looked at her and there was conflict in his eyes, then resilience. “I feel bad because I don’t feel bad. I mean… I wouldn’t wish this on anyone… but knowing that there really is nothing tying you and… well… nothing binding you to the past… and I was not relishing the idea of having to explain to a teenager why they had to be wary of people.” He shook his head, and looked away. “A life of constantly looking over your shoulder isn’t something I would wish on a child, either. Or maybe I’m just trying to find something, anything, positive in all of this.”
It was hard to find the right way to express everything Hannah was feeling. Not just because of the anesthesia, it was wearing off quickly, but Hannah was conflicted in so many ways. “I am relieved, but… Jason, putting aside … the past, it was still my baby, a part of me, and I’m sad.” The loss that Hannah was really mourning was having a family with Jason. The three of them, or more. That realization wouldn’t solidify for a while though.
She tipped her head to look up at him and signed. You’re a super spy, you’d keep us safe. She tucked her head back on his shoulder, dozing slightly for a bit.
She moaned slightly after awhile. “The numbing is wearing off.” She tried to shift a little, she was sore. “Could you ask if I can sit up some more and have some water?”
Jason helped her sit up and said “Doctor Fayth said you’re okay and can go home in a bit. We just ja e to keep an eye on your BP and make sure you don’t have any complications.” He pressed the comm and said =/\= Can we please get some water? Thank you. =/\= and a moment later a nurse appeared with a small pitcher and a cup. She checked Hannah’s vitals and said “Dr. Fayth said you can go home. Just be thoughtful about exertion and keep an eye out for ant signs of complications. I’ll be back in ten to take you yo your vehicle.”
Hannah took the cup and sipped slowly. Careful of any sign of it upsetting her stomach. The nurse had already walked out when Hannah realized something, “Oh, umm, my clothes?” Hannah didn’t want to go home in the surgical gown.
Sharah had made sure they had been brought with Hannah, and they were sitting on a counter across the room. She needed some help, moving slowly and testing the returning feeling. Hannah also didn’t want to get up too fast and her BP drop suddenly.
The nurse returned, with a chair, and the arm monitor. “Dr. Fayth wants you to wear this. That way you aren’t having to scan yourself all the time, and if something should change suddenly you both will know.” She wrapped the band around Hannah’s arm and turned it on. If it goes off call, don’t try to come in, okay?”
Hannah nodded. “I’ll be careful.” The nurse was cautious and had Hannah sit up on the side of the bed first and then stand before helping her into the chair. She handed Jason two small boxes. “Anti-inflammatory and nausea meds. Eat small bland meals for a day or so. If you have severe pain, excessive bleeding, you passout, severe vomiting, or the monitor goes off call right away.” She moved behind the chair, “Ready to go?”
“Slider’s waiting downstairs.” he said and led them.out of the room. A few minutes later, they were outside and Jason was easing Hannah into the slider and climbing in after her. He took her hand as the car began to move, and he signed You can stay downstairs until you feel better. Or we can put you wherever you want and I will be happy to fetch and carry for you.
Hannah laid her head back and nodded. Right now I’m just tired. She was quiet the ride back, not letting go of his hand. She shifted once as her back twinged some. The walk through the lobby to the lift was slow. Hannah leaned against Jason as she walked.
Once inside she paused and looked around. Things felt different now, but at the same time they didn’t. They felt a lot less complicated and no longer insurmountable. “I’ll lay on the couch.” She was still tired, and she had to be cautious. Climbing up the stairs just seemed exhausting. She moved back toward the couch, where she had been hours before after talking to Alexis. Was it just hours? Less than a day? It seemed so much longer.
She leaned back into the cushions and looked out the windows.
Jason propped her up with pillows, put a blanket over her and brought her a tray water, juice, and some crackers. He then moved a chair over and sat down next to her; also looking out the window, across the balcony, and out over the city. The city looked the same. The apartment looked the same. But somehow, everything felt a litlle… less. Not his feelings for Hannah. No, those were stronger if they had changed at all. No, it was something else… as if the light everywhere had dimmed ever-so-slightly. He sighed slightly and then said “Well… this just sucks.” and he sighed again, but more heavily.
Hannah didn’t have the energy to protest his fussing. Truthfully, it was comforting. She sank the juice because she knew she needed to, after that she settled back into the pillows. Her hand reached out, fingers threading with his. It did such. Seeing the apartment the same, brought into focus the immense loss. She was relieved about the other things. What she was missing was the possibility of their future together, of their family and what it would be like. Their life together. The three of them together. That loss is what she mourned.
A long silence stretched until finally, she spoke. “Jason,” her voice was thick from tears. “I really wanted a family with you.”
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