It Wiggles

[Nijil tr'Korjata 0]

It Wiggles

joint log of Jylliene and Nijil

 

Minutes turned into hours. Doctors went into Annisha’s operating room, but few came out. Two hours ago a nurse asked Nijil for a sample of blood. Compatibility did not take long to determine, but the doctor has some family history questions to ask after the surgery. This worried Nijil. Then not an hour later, they wheeled him into a room to retrieve two units of his green blood. The implant had spread through more of Annisha’s body than first thought. Elements must have sided with Nijil to allow his blood to be compatible. The chance of another Romulan on Trill was probably close to nil - and synthetics would have taken time she may not have had.

 

The staff thought it best to keep Nijil in his own room in case they needed more blood. Jylliene joined him, sitting in a large chair next to his bed. She could see his face was a mix of exhaustion and worry. Both of them had half-eaten hospital food trays. He watched her eat and waiting for her to notice.

 

He smiled weakly. “How’s the food?”

 

“Not bad. How do you feel?”

 

“Weaker now than when we arrived,” he said with a slight grin. “I can’t figure out this red translucent thing in my cup. It wiggles. Is it alive?” He poked the food with his fork, restarting the wiggle.

 

Jylliene chuckled. “It is not. It is a dessert of sorts.”

 

“Really?” He asked, picking up the cup and shaking it. “Would explain why it’s so sweet.” He placed the cup back down and looked at her. “Have they told you anything more about Annisha?”

 

“Nothing. The same as before - she is stable, and they are keeping her sedated to allow her body a chance to heal,” Jylliene remarked.

 

“Good, I guess.” He closed his eyes. “I still don’t want to walk around.”

 

“Mother and father are on their way. It will be several hours, though,” she said.

 

He choked on her words. “What? I forgot about that. I look like...” Some intestinal distress stopped him. “Mm. Well, what did they say or what did you tell them?”

 

“I told them that we had arrived, and that we had happened to be in the right place at the right time to intervene and rescue a child, who is undergoing medical treatment.”

 

He looked up. “Were they worried?”

 

“I didn’t tell them how involved the surgery was to be. I don’t know if they are or not; they were just glad to hear we had made it in,” she replied.

 

“I was supposed to call your mother when we were to arrive. No doubt she will mention it,” he said with a headache forming.

 

“I did instead - it’s quite alright. If she asks, I’ll tell her why you were busy,” Jylliene replied.

 

Nijil only nodded. After hours of non-stop action, the bed finally started to suck his remaining energy. “You must be as tired as I am.”

 

“A bit, but if I lie down now, I’ll fall asleep and won’t know if I’ll wake when they arrive, as tired as I am,” she chuckled. “I don’t think I really want my parents walking in on us in bed, even if it is just sleeping in a hospital. You rest, e’lev,” she replied quietly, stroking the top of his forehead softly.

 

“That would not make a good first impression, no matter how much I’d enjoy your company.”

 

“No, it would not, not for my parents anyway,” she replied with a grin. “I will be right here, though, unless Annisha awakens. I would want to be sure she has someone she knows with her.”

 

“Oh,” he said, his eyes getting heavier, “I had whatever Federation legal system is on Trill forward me the forms for guardianship of Annisha. She’s been through too much.”

 

Jylliene nodded, her hand clasping his as she sat on a nearby chair, watching as he drifted to sleep.