another wild dip in the roller coaster of life
There's no easy way to say this.
We've lost our child. Just when we were coming to grips with it's existence, it was taken from us. I've been up all night, awake in sickbay, just watching over Michael. Lucky for him, the sedative the doc gave him for the operation to...
*log pauses*
*deep breath* Michael's still under, and the doc says he won't wake up until some time this evening. He's ordered me back to quarters to shower, rest, try and eat something. The latter two are definitely impossible for now, but I managed the first.
To be perfectly honest, I was glad to leave sickbay. I know Liz tried her best to shield us from Linnis and Tom, but I could still hear the little noises their daughter made, even over the background sounds of the Infirmary.
I won't begrudge Linnis and Tom their joy. But being around a child right now will only serve to highlight what we've lost.
And what we may never have again.
We knew that this pregnancy was an alien miracle - without the intervention of the creature we saw in our dreams, we would never have even considered it a viable option. After blending with it to try and save both Michael and the child, I think I can say confidently that it was trying to offer us a gift...why, I don't think we'll ever know.
But something went wrong, and it left. And now we've got to pick up the pieces.
*log pauses*
Right now, Michael is my main concern. After the alien bond broke, my own vitals reverted back to normal almost immediately. I'm perfectly fit. Michael, too, is bouncing back, at least in the biological sense. It's the emotional sense I worry about.
...
Why us? We're good people, and we were good to each other.
What did we do to deserve this?
This can't be happening.
*log ends*