When it was time for him to ask questions he found he didn't have very many. He started by thanking her for being thorough. His most immediate question was how long could he expect to be stuck in the medical bay.
"Urish'tal thinks until tomorrow," she told him.
There were a number of messages to be reviewed, some of which warranted responses. A captain from the fleet had been rather insistent about wanting to see Kevan, but she had been delaying him. Kevan thanked her, agreeing that he didn't really want to be seen by anyone until he was at least off the respirator. That was probably still a few hours away. She confirmed she would set an appointment as soon as possible after that.
He was ready for more rest, and she mentioned she would be back in a couple of hours with a portable holo unit so he could watch news. He thanked her and she turned and left.
He looked up at the ceiling for a while, half thinking and half lost in thought. There were thousands of humans in the sky above him. Partly it was an enormous relief. He also felt more lonely than ever, and he didn't understand it. A single tear slipped down, and he wiped it away.
