Part Three
Tyr's POV
Tyr woke up slowly as the lights in his quarters turned on. he let out a long, low, painful groan.
"Roomie, please turn down the lights..." he whispers, the buzzing of the lights pounding in his
hang over head.
When the lights finally quieted, Tyr got into a sitting position, slowly moving his legs into a Lotus
position as he starts to meditate, cleansing his mind and body of the poisons of last night.
After ten minutes Tyr finds that this is going nowhere fast. Picking up his uniform he gets dressed
as silently as possible, every footstep like two 12 pound sledgehammers clapping his temples. He
forgoes the chainmail shirt, not wanting it to jingle. Before heading to Medical he goes back to his
bed, picking up his stuffed bunny rabbit and quickly stuffing it into his foot locker.
After a small migraine from the doors swooshing open Tyr crept across the floor, moving
stealthily for his own benefit. As he inched closer to Medical he heard Beka exit Trance's quarters
and immediately collapsed to to his knees from the muttering of the First officer. he let out a
shout, well, more like speaking voice, gasping, "Beka... not so loud... pleaaaaase?" the warrior
getting back up, heading closer to the woman and the medical bay, whispering, "What's wrong?"