I stare at the nasty gashes on the back of my arms.
Dr Hench(that's the doctor lady's name, I found out) just took off the bandages.
I don't know how I never felt the pain of these while I was in that cell.
Maybe I was in so much pain and shock, my mind never even registered it.
I wince as the Doctor gently lifts my arm, to rewrap it.
"I've seen many wounds in my days, but these are the oddest."
She murmurs to herself.
Yeah, they definitely are weird.
They're curved like a semicircle.
And MAN are they painful.
Specially when Dr Hench pours some liquid onto a rag and dabs it on the wounds.
"Ow!" I gasp at the sting.
"We have to keep them clean so they do not get infected."
She says.
I've gotten used to her weird accent now.
I've been in this bed for ten days now.
After I woke up that first time, I was sedated for a week.
I only woke up yesterday, and I still doze off a lot. I'm really weak, and my wounds hurt most the time.
And I'm SICK of laying of my stomach.
I've had to lay on my stomach, cause all the wounds are on my back and the back of my arms and calves.
The worst one is along left shoulder blade. It stings and burns terribly, and it makes me wanna claw my back off.
I'm wrapped in so many bandages, I feel like a mummy.
My hair is a crazy mess, the green stripes have faded a lot, and it's about down to my shoulders now, with terrible split ends.
I probably look like a poor kid.
Ugh.
My eyes are probably baggy too.
Once the Hench lady finishes, she says she has to go do something, and leaves.
I close my eyes and rest my head on the pillow.
My tangled hair is starting to give me a headache.
I'm wearing a baggy black shirt over my bandages, and my jeans, except somebody cut them in half at the knees.
My arms and legs are spread out, and a light sheet is laid across me.
I'm just a dead mummy.
"Bleh." I mumble, before hearing a soft click of shoes on the floor.
I don't look up, hoping the person will think I'm sleeping, but the person comes closer anyway.
A light finger traces itself along my hand and I finally glance over there.
It's that Zaporah lady.
The Captain's great-great grandmother.
I silently groan, and look away.
Why can't I just die!?
"Because you are a being with life and purpose." The woman says, gently running her hand along the top of my head.
My head whips toward her,
My mouth open wide.
"H-how did you know?" I stammer.
She smiles.
"I have been granted with the ability of telepathy."
I frown.
"Oh. Like Sophie."
She raises an eyebrow.
"Who is this Sophie?"
"She's a telepath too."
Zaporah's eyes widen in shock.
"And she's not a Governor?"
I frown.
"What? I don't know."
"Hmmm.... may I see your memories?"
She asks slowly.
"Umm....I guess......."
She smiles brightly, and steps in front of me before resting two fingers on my temples.
I close my eyes tightly.
Agh, this headache is gonna be the end of me.
After what feels like forever, but is probably only about five minutes, she steps back, amazement on her face.
She looks down at me still smiling.
"I can brush and braid your hair, if you think it would take your headache away."
That's is not what I thought she'd say.
"Thanks." I murmur, laying my head back down on the pillow.
The older woman retrieves a brush from somewhere and gently starts on my hair.
After a moment, she starts to quietly sing in a different language.
I try not to fall asleep, but before long I'm lulled to sleep anyway......

Charlie's POV

I step into Kirstin's med room and see Grandmother gently braiding the beautiful, sleeping girls hair.
She smiles lovingly when she sees me then her face saddens.
I give her a questioning look and her voice fills my head.
She has been through a lot, and is very scared and confused.
My eyes widen.
You did the probe?
She sighs a bit.
I did.
After a moment, Kirstin's memories fill my head. From the day of the wreck, to this very day.
Wow. That's terrible.
Pity starts to fill my heart, and I know I'm too far in love to stop it.

(I know this Is a terrible sudden ending, and I'm sorry. I hope you like it and please comment below on who you ship with Kirstin.
Jonathan......or Charlie! Thanx for reading! See you next time!)