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TOPIC: But a moments rest

But a moments rest 1 year 2 months ago #17347

  • Kethal Darren
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[Takes place quite a while ago, just never got around to posting it. So enjoy one of my few attempts at writing anything story like, huzzah.]

Six months following the destruction of the R.S.S. Gav Daragon.
Core Worlds – Coruscant, Military Hospital

The chair creaked as he leaned back into it before placing his sandal covered feet on top of the table in front. He’d been sitting half asleep at his work desk for what feels like a lifetime by now, still wearing his white coat. Held firmly between his hands, resting on top of his abdomen, was a half empty cup of caf, cold. Not that he cared; at this point it wasn’t the taste he was after, but its effect. It’d gotten late without him realizing, as streaks of moonlight shone through the ceiling window. Other than the natural lighting from above, the only light source in the room was the wide screen placed onto the wall he’d been staring at, with several medical journals strewn across its interface. Names both familiar and new, some deceased and others living, if what they were given could even be called a life at this point.

Sighing, he took a sip of the brew before giving the darkened interior of the room a look over, just able to see the outline of placards and posters with various medical and anatomical information, as well as a few baubles he’d been gifted, placed at strategic positions around the office in an attempt to liven up the place – succeeding only just. Not sure what he expected to gain, other than subconsciously trying to distract himself from the work ahead, as he let out a yawn and blinks a few times in an attempt to focus, before fixating on the screen once more.

He’d lost count of how many nights it’d been at this point. But he didn’t complain, as he’d rather work than being at home unable to sleep.

Minutes slowly crept by as he kept skimming one phrase after another in search of answers to his uncertainty. Would they have gone through such pain, if only he’d been more diligent? Would someone’s spouse, father or child still walk among us, if he’d only done differently? It weighed heavily on his consciousness, to the point where even his colleagues took note. But each time, he assured them he was fine, that it’d pass - he was a doctor after all, so he’d know. Some bought his half arsed excuses, or thought it best to give him some room. Either way, for the most part, they’d stopped troubling him.

A soft beep echoed throughout the room, breaking the quiet and interrupting his train of thought. Shifting his eyes to the left, he looked as his datapad lit up, alerting of an incoming message. Grumbling, he placed the cup onto the hard surface of the table with an audible clang before pulling his feet down and sitting up straight as he reached for the small electronic device. With a tired demeanor he scanned the information, sighing quietly when he got the gist of it. No rest for the wicked. The chair gave off another groan as he got to his feet, pocketing the pad and doing a quick stretch, struggling to find the energy necessary. Turning the screen off, he headed for the door and as it slid open with a hiss, the room was illuminated with bright light from the hallway making him squint. For a moment, he felt faint and a cold sensation ran down his spine, but thinking nothing of it, he took a deep breath and stepped into the light.

As he opened his eyes, he found himself on a forest trail, amidst aging, umber-brown trees, standing proudly and tall all around him. Eden-green leaves hangíng from their knotted arms with a polstergeist-white mist weaving its way in and out between trunks. Below his feet, the undergrowth consisted of a wide variety of flowers and herbs, growing freely on the clumpy moss beneath. Up above, the endless, jewel-blue morning sky could be discerned through holes in the treetops, with stars glinting like silver pin pricks, luminous and bright, bathing the entire area in a soft, soothing light. It was dead quiet, with the exception of the odd songbird and the wind murmuring softly among the branches.

The same wind carried with it the fragrance of the forest, as he breathed deeply; it was spirit refreshing to smell the mulchy mix of the forest’s perfume.

He couldn’t recognize his immediate surroundings, but it felt familiar; safe. It was like all his worries had been washed away, his burdens vanishing into the ether. For the first time in a long while, he felt at peace.
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