The Orb And The Onslaught {COMPLETE}

Secrets Or Skeletons

The transition onto the ship had been much more than bumpy. Florence had to wonder if the woman had ever done it before, they were almost jostled out of their seats multiple times.

When they finally made it up the ramp and into the bowels of the ship, everything became rushed and a little blurry to Florence; compliments of the painkillers. Figures moved around her and people spoke but she wasn't sure if she responded or not, soon she was being moved and her mind succumbed to the blurriness.

The next thing she knew, she was laying on a hospital bed partially covered in thin bedding. Everything was blurry but this time, it was her eyes and not her mind that were the cause. She shifted to find her glasses laid next to her, she reached to put them on and found her arm to be set in a plaster cast.

It was of the highest grade and she felt instant relief; it meant she'd only have to wear it for a week. They couldn't afford for her to be hindered on the rest of their quest, Othon may not be as rough as Nuplax but it wasn't somewhere she wanted to be less than her best.

Her focus soon turned to the room she was in, it looked to be a small, well equipped medical ward with eight beds including her own. Two other beds were occupied and to her surprise they were taken by Quentin and Colin. She couldn't remember Quentin looking like he'd been hurt, had something happened on their way onto the ship?

"Quentin?" She called quietly, not wanting to alert the medical staff that must be nearby.

Quentin turned over and opened bleary eyes, he wiped at them and it took a few moments for him to wake up fully.

He leapt up and rushed to her bedside, "Are you alright? How's your arm and your side?"

Florence nodded, "I'm okay, my side doesn't hurt anymore and my arm has been well looked after. Are you hurt? What happened?"

Quentin looked momentarily confused, until he glanced to the bed behind him and smiled. "Ah, no I was just napping. I didn't want to leave you and Colin, so the doctors said I could sleep here."

Florence sat up straight, "Where are the cats and Skyrah?"

"Skyrah wanted to stay outside on the deck so she made herself comfortable on a lounger and the cats stayed with her."

Florence found that a little shocking, usually they would have never left her side, especially with her injuries.

"You told them to stay with her, no matter what," Quentin stated, apparently guessing at her thoughts.

"I did?" Florence couldn't remember saying anything to anyone since arriving on the ship.

"Yes, you told them to stay wherever she is, that you'd be fine. Then you began to mumble about seashells and Bernard's shoes."

Quentin appeared to be holding back a laugh, he turned to pass her a glass of water and her pills.

She eyed him closely, "How are these a priority at this moment in time?"

Quentin shrugged, "You still need them... and I can stock up on more while we're here too." He grinned and pushed her to take them.

She gave in and took the pills, settling back against her pillows once she was done. Quentin perched on the end of her bed.

"How is everything around here?" She asked quietly, glancing to the doors at the far end of the room.

"It's not too bad, I'm glad Louise isn't on board and the staff have been really accommodating, something about orders they were given."