"Why does everyone pop in when I wake up?" I half muttered to myself, still feeling the grip of sleep.
"Do you want to wake up all be yourself?" asked Maeter.
I planted my feet on the floor, rubbed my eyes, and looked at the blonde girl who was leaning in the doorway, her arms crossed.
"No, I'm just sick of being introduced to people when I feel like I've been through the wringer..." I replied.
The girl's eyes went wide as I pushed myself up off the bed. She ran across the room and pushed me back onto the bed.
"You can't get up yet!" she yelled hysterically.
"And you aren't my mother, or Miss Mischa." I replied.
As if on cue, Mischa walked through the door to see the struggle that was ensuing between her patient and a crew member.
"Girls, please stop. Maeter's right Sharra, you shouldn't be getting out of bed," Mischa pulled Maeter away from my bed, and Maeter stuck her tongue out at me.
"But Maeter," continued Mischa, "if she wants to get up, let her. She'll wish she hadn't tomorrow."
She was right; I could feel a headache starting to rip through my head. I sat down defiantly on the cot, my feet barely skimming the floor.
"What's tomorrow?" I asked.
Maeter laughed, "You're going to start training on your board tomorrow."
"Gah!" I fell back on the cot feeling utterly exhausted. Training tomorrow. I was so not ready.
Talhoe walked into the room. The small hospital room was feeling cramped at that point.
"Hey, you're up again!" she exclaimed, "Mischa, do you think that she'll be able to train tomorrow?"
"Of course she will. Unless her comfortable lifestyle of quitting when things get hard stops her," Maeter's snide remark cut deep.
I sprang up on the cot and lunged for the blonde girl, but unfortunately, my legs didn't want to co-operate. I fell two feet short of the blonde hair, and landed on my chin. My head bounced on the hard floor. Tears formed in the corner of my eyes, but I refused to let them leak out onto my face.
"Oh look, princess hurt herself, and she's crying," jeered Maeter.
"Maeter!," yelled Tahoe, "That's quite enough. Go clean the bathroom!"
"But-" whined the blonde.
"Don't even try. She's sick, and you're making her confidence drop. We need that tomorrow. If Sharra wants to stay, then she has to prove her potential. And since I'm the captain of this ship, you have to obey my orders. Nyah!" Talhoe stuck her tongue out at Maeter, and the blonde stormed out of the room.
"What do you mean by proving myself?"
"Well, Renton wouldn't have picked you up unless he saw potential. Now go to bed," commanded Talhoe, "you'll need sleep."
Even though I had just woken up, I was tired. Mischa helped me up off the floor and back into the cot. After making sure that I was comfortable, the two women left the room, and Talhoe turned out the light.
I lay awake in the dark for a while, processing what had happened in my mind before sleep finally took me captive.