Clueless

Yasmin looked up at the blurred surface of her bunk room ceiling as she gradually brought her sub-conscious back out into reality, and slowly sat up to look at her feet, which were poking neatly out from the edge of her sheets. Rubbing her head, she hoarsely called out:

"Make a show, smegheads."

No answer. Moaning tiredly, she turned over onto her side, and noticed a crumpled letter on the mattress beside the bunk's pillow. She read it quietly aloud to herself, groaning as she realised the point of the notepaper scribble.

Yasmin,
Concussion. Badly injured. Can't explain yet. Meet in HPS in five after wake up.
Ben

She looked up to the upper bunk, which was empty, and thumped the bottom of it with annoyance. "Smeg! How long was I out for man?"

"'Bout a week, methinks," someone interrupted, and she stared out into the corridor to see her totally smegged-off bunk mate Ben Lemming standing expectedly there waiting for her, hands on hips like a total sissy. "C'mon, we need to let the others know you're up."

"Do we?"

"I guess so, seeing as how the place you've been sleeping for the past few days is the AR suite."

The area around them faded away to the medibay. Yasmin stared at him awkwardly.

"Well, what're we waiting for?"

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