Recuperation

Posted on Wed Jun 22nd, 2022 @ 7:06pm by Spencer Gustaffson & Kilena Keithron

1,166 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: The Invasion
Location: Kilena's Hospital Room
Timeline: 1 Day after Crash Landing

It was a miracle that the whole team had come out of the crash as healthy as they had. Plus, that was totally disregarding how well they'd come out of the fight. As bad as it was that Kilena'd been injured, she was alive, and since they got her to the hospital, she'd probably recover fully. Spencer had been lucky when he was younger and took a very similar wound in a saber-fencing fight. But again, because of good medical care, he'd been fine; that scar was barely visible, and it was from one of his nastier fights.

Being a member of the GPF had its perks - like being able to just breeze past the hospital desk to "check on a squadmate". Then again, everyone knew about the shuttle crash and the fact that they'd been attacked. Everything else, of course, was very hush-hush, and Spencer was just as glad to keep it that way. The whole situation was troublesome; their priority had to be getting everyone back on their feet.

A gentle knock on the door, and Spencer walked in, closing the door. "Hey, Keithron. How's your arm feeling?"

“Arm?” She looked at her arm confused from the drugs and shrugged. It worked and she was sure that she had lost no movement.. “Arms still work but I was got in the chest. Bitch narrowly missed vital parts of me.” She might have done 24 hours in statis but she was still feeling the effects of the stab wound. It would take a few days of rest to get herself back to normal even with the morphing ability healing it up.

Spencer nodded at her comment about her chest. "Yeah, I remember. Whoever that woman was, she knows what she's doing - I was concerned that she'd done some serious muscle damage in there. But you're still on this side of the grass."

He was honestly worried about the whole situation - their enemies were organized, and strong. They would need to come clean at some point, and get support from the rest of the GPF, because a couple cadets, no matter how well-trained and well-equipped, couldn't take out an army like that. He walked over to Kilena's bedside. "Have the doctors said how long it'll take before you're able to be back on duty?"

“Statis unit is an amazing piece of equipment. I should be okay in a couple of days. I will be joining everyone in Australia if not actively joining in the training.” She said trying to be brighter than she felt. There was so much going through her head from how could a weapon get through a morph and to how were four five rangers meant to defend everything. It was a complicated situation for someone who was high on painkillers.

The situation was complicated for everyone involved, painkillers or no. Spencer was just as lost as Kilena, and trying to figure things out. "Good. Maybe we'll even get lucky and see a kangaroo when we're down there, right? Plus, I've always been interested in boomerangs - they're not just toys."

“I have no idea what a boomerang is.” She admitted with a laugh. Being the only alien on the team was becoming more and more apparent with the time they spent together. “Or a kangaroo…” she added being falling into laughter.

Spencer chuckled with a slight smile - it was strange to remember that Kilena was actually an extraterrestrial. "A boomerang is a weapon originally designed by the indigenous Australian people; a curved piece of wood, which uses the principles of aerodynamics to get distance, speed, and power. Plus, if it is curved correctly, it can be thrown in such a way that it returns if it doesn't make contact. And a kangaroo is a marsupial known for its jumping power. They're endemic to that part of the world."

The pink ranger laughed softly and shook her head at the images that he created. Kilena was sure that he was joking with her but nodded. She would have to research everything he said once she could she a phone or terminal. “See there is that smile. You do not need to be quite so solemn you know?” Kilena offered.

Spencer didn't lose his smile completely, but it did dim a bit as he considered everything. "Maybe not; but it's hard not to be when I think about what's at stake in this fight. What almost happened is something that cannot be allowed." He sighed heavily. "If we're a team, then we need to fight as a team. We'll have to work on that."

The woman just stared at him and smiled softly leaning out to touch his hand. “We will get there. You have been a ranger for like three days. It’s not going to happen instantly and you were not responsible for me or anything else. We are just doing the night right thing.” It was the only logical step they had at the moment.

Spencer looked at her and sighed, nodding. She had a point. Still, he worried about what could have happened, and what might happen in the future. "Yeah, I guess. I feel like I should have been able to do more. Just... right now, the big thing is, you focus on healing and getting out of here. Then we can start on anything else, right?"

"You cannot do more right now and I am cannot help you so I am definitely just going to be here rest and enjoying the drug high." Though she thought it could be the power of the morphing grid making things so loopy in her head reactivating to the drugs. It was fun but the dreams were trippy. "Spencer... we know each other we've done patrol together and got amazing noodles... give yourself some grace okay?"

Gustaffson chuckled at her comment. "I hear you, Kilena. Be careful with those drugs, though. They can make you see some weird things. And you'll be seeing enough weird stuff when we get to Australia. If you need anything, you can call me and I'll make sure it gets to you."

“I will tell you all about the weird when I am better.” The woman assured quickly with a laugh. “Thank you Spencer.”

Spencer nodded again - somehow, Kilena could pull a smile out of him, even when he was worried about her health. "I look forward to hearing all of it. And you're welcome. I'll see you soon." He gently touched her arm, then turned and headed out of the room. He was still in a better mood than when he walked in. But in the back of his mind, there was a thought which seemed to be ironclad. That level of failure could never be allowed again. The team might lose, someone might get hurt, sure. But they couldn't be disabled, in three places at once, and only survive by a miracle ever again.

The Blue Ranger wouldn't let that happen.

 

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