𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 - 𝐫. 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 (DISCONTINUED)

𝐭𝐰𝐨

Lahela had gotten to base earlier that morning to check her supply stores.

The Daggers would be running drills all day and she needed to be prepared to help anyone at the drop of a hat. She rummaged through the closet looking for some hydrogen peroxide.

"Here." A voice said behind her and she turned around to see Bob holding out the bottle.

"Thanks." She just nodded and took the bottle from him. He followed her to her office. "Lieutenant Floyd, they will be looking for you." She said never looking up at him.

"Lahela, I came to say I'm sorry."

"Please Robert you probably don't even know what you are sorry for." She huffed her eyes flickering up to him.

He looked practically the same from when she saw him last. He still parted his hair the same way and his glasses rested on his nose a little crooked as always. Lahela wanted to reach out and fix them like she always used too.

"Don't call me that." Bob pleaded with her, he hated the way it sounded falling from her lips.

"Lieutenant Floyd, you have to go." She pushed him out the door and shook her head. "We'll talk later."

Shit.

A moment of weakness.

Why did she feel so little anger towards the man who had just up and left her. They weren't even together in the first place, so why did it still hurt? More importantly why did he leave? Just then a nurse knocked on the door.

"Dr. Ikeda?" She asked and Lahela looked up. "Captain Mitchell is looking for you. He is with Admiral Simpson."

Lahela nodded and walked into Cyclone's office, where Captain Mitchell and him were sitting.

"Dr. Ikeda, take a seat please." Cyclone motioned to the seat next to Maverick. "We understand you have just arrived here in Miramar, but he have a patient in Miramar Hospital that we would like you to monitor. She is currently in a coma, but has been showing more visible signs of possibly waking up."

"We brought you here specifically for that purpose, but we cannot just keep one of the Navy's best doctors here just for one patient." She nodded in understanding.

"Monitor the squad for now and we will give you Lieutenant Patel's file to look over and update you on her progress." Lahela was handed a Manila folder filled with papers.

"I will get started on it right away."

"Thank you." She took the folder to her office.

Lt. Bhavika "Siren" Patel.

Top of her class at TOPGUN, valedictorian at the Naval Academy, majored in Aerospace Engineering and extremely acknowledged in the naval aviation world. Some of the notes listed on her case were words like "tragic" or "devastating loss." The were all acting like she was dead, she made notes along the papers and finally came to her list of injuries.

Two broken legs, they had to do some bone grafting and used some screws to reset her legs in the right position. A collapsed lung due to broken ribs on the right side of her body. Significant head injury, deprivation of oxygen to the brain for five minutes.

The longer Lahela looked at the file more hope she got. She had seen a few cases like this one, all of them had ended in good results. She picked up the folder and found a nurse.

"I'm heading to Miramar Hospital. Tell Admiral Simpson I will be back later. Call me if anything happens." She grabbed her keys and headed out to her car.

Lahela pondered a lot on the short drive over. Clearly the effects of Lt. Patel's crash had broken up a lot of the squad. She remembered information Lt. Austen had given her last night. One had moved back to his hometown, Bob's RiO was thinking about retirement. But, from what she could tell Lt. Patel had only flown with the Dagger Squad for a little over two months. How could a person take affect on to so many people in so little time?