Many rooms away from where Indra, the Nurse, and advocate are was one of the many Patient rooms of the station. Designed reminiscent to that of the 21st Century rooms with a mix of the current century designs and aesthetics along with today’s technology in order to achieve maximum comfort for the recovering patient. It was designed to be large enough to accommodate four patients at the same time and equipped with the basic necessities for them to feel comfortable.
In three of the four beds lay a single individual, each of them being sixteen years old teenagers lying in their beds asleep, they’re once dirt and sweat-riddled bodies were pristine, they’re hair which was once messy, rough and caked in mud was now clean and smooth. Next to each of their beds was what seems to be a hybrid medical monitoring machine of sorts with lines and wires connecting specifically to their right forearms monitoring their vitals ranging from heartbeat, blood pressure and more etc.
Though specifically one of the machine sensors next to one of the patients started to detect a sudden spike in brain activity and heart rate and increase blood pressure indicating the person was suffering from a nightmare of sorts. Soon the patient was now mumbling incoherently, though five minutes passed as the girl was now frantically tossing and turning within the sheets of her bed, her mumbling increasing by the seconds in volume and emotion while her breathing becomes more erratic.
“VERNIY!!!” Barfleur screamed out, shooting out from her pillow wide-eyed with horror in her eyes. Cold sweat traveled down her from her forehead and the back of her neck down to her lower back.
She looks around her new surroundings frantically, her mind trying to figure out where she ended up but ended up pausing as she caught sight of the form of Zwei sleeping in her own medical bed next to hers along with Teruzuki who was opposite of her.
And next to her was an empty bed hauntingly reminded her of someone.
“Verniy…” She said to herself in a low voice, now looking down at the soft white sheets of her blanket, the bangs of her auburn hair overshadowing her face. Recent memories of what transpired hours ago resurface in the bowels of her mind.
She gripped tightly on her blanket tightly like a lifeline, her lips quivering as her emotions bubbled out of her control, hot tears were now forming and dripping onto the white sheet of her blanket staining it with wet salty tears. Barfleur chokes back a sob with sorrow welling up deep inside her heart to the point it proved too much for her to handle alone. As a result, she rested her face against both her palms letting out an anguished cry of immense sorrow.
Verniy was gone. The girl she grew up with, loved and happily married too was gone. Taken away by that strange beam of light that left no trace of the wolf girl she loved so dearly. Not even her S.T.A.L.K.E.R tag which is considered the most sacred object to each of them was left behind. And so she continued mourning for the supposed death of her wife, not caring if anyone were to catch her crying her anguish heart out.