Richelle left the infirmary the moment she heard footsteps coming down the stairs outside of it. The last thing she wanted was to get in the way of the doctor doing her job. She snuck out before Leta even set foot in the hallway, leaving no trace that she’d ever been there visiting the ailing captain at all.

Richelle didn’t know what to make of what was wrong with him. The group that had gone to the Baltimore didn’t speak of what had happened there or after. No one told Richelle anything anyway. She was worried, but only in a vague sort of way. Surely they knew what they were doing. Surely they’d take care of him. Surely it would all be fine. Continue reading →