The door shut, and the only sound that rang out in the room was the soft even thumping of Kaizuka's shoes as he walked down the hallway.

"Where do you think he's going?" The nurse asked quietly, her eyes still on the closed door. She wondered if the guard would come in when she left, and decided that she'd best stay for a little longer. Supervision under gunpoint didn't seem like a very nice prospect. She finished filling up the vial of blood, and carefully extracted the needled from the pale flesh of his arm.

"Only one for now." She said, when she didn't get a response. "We'll need to take more later, to see how you're doing, but only the one for now." His green eyes were still on the blue roses she'd delivered from the ground floor. She smiled. "They're pretty, aren't they?" She made a small 'humph' sound to herself. "The supervisor didn't think I should bring them up. Something about how no one was suppose to know there was a patient on the 9th floor. It caused quite a ruckus you know. They might move you." She didn't get a response, but she went about her work none the less, putting her supplies away. "It won't be so bad though. The room they're thinking about faces the cliffs to the west. The window there has a beautiful view of the ocean." She paused for just a beat. "You'd like it."

When she'd finished, her eyes lingered on the door, and she thought of the guard behind it, with the large imposing gun in hand. She scowled, and walked over to the chair Kaizuka had been sitting in before. "I should be going, but I'll keep you company a little longer."

They fell into silence. Her eyes lingered on him for a few moments, before she turned her attention to the instruments beside him. She almost didn't hear when he spoke, because it was so quiet. "How long have you been here?"

She smiled, and looked over at him. He hadn't stopped looking at the flowers, but she could tell he was paying close attention to her. Maybe for the first time. "Five months. I've learned a lot. Most Vers and Terran medicine is the same, but Terran technologies are better. I didn't realize how much better until Princess Lemrina returned to Vers able to walk. I've always known at least the little things, it was important I'd know just in case! Now, I'm learning more." She stopped, and shifted her eyes back to the door. She knew she wouldn't be over heard, but she looked at it warily, and lowered her voice. "It's one of the Emperor's new projects. He's sent lots of us. I don't really know what he wants. He just told me to learn, so that's what I'm doing."

His eyes were on her now. She'd never realized how much his eyes looked like the sea before. "Why here?" The question was soft. He seemed to mirror her tone of caution.

She blushed just a bit, fisted her hands in her pants, and looked away. "I asked to be here. I didn't think it would matter, but I guess it did."

"Does-"

"No. You're the only Terran that knows now." She sighed. "It's complicated. Since I was around the Empress so much, and because I'm too young. I had to use a devise that changed how I looked. Actually, I probably shouldn't have come at all, but I wanted to. It was selfish, but the Empress supported it."

The two of them fell into silence. Slaine was looking at the flowers again, his eyes rather vacant. She was about to get up and leave, when he spoke softly again. "How long has the war been over?"

She blinked at him in surprise, before her face softened. "Nine months." She hesitated, and the words that came out of her mouth were whispered "You were executed six months ago."

He blinked at her in confusion for a few moments, before he looked back at the flowers. He was smiling, even if it was only a little one. "You shouldn't have sent these. You could get in trouble."

She scowled at him lightly. "I wanted to. Besides, the worst that will happen is I'll get moved." She huffed, and pursed her lips. "There are lots of hospitals on Earth."

He looked over at her reproachfully, and whispered the next set of words, though she could easily feel the harshness behind them. "You're a spy. The consequences could be much worse."

She thought about pointing out that he really wasn't in any position to be telling her to be careful, but huffed, and decided against it. Instead, she pouted. "A thank you would have been nice."

He sighed, but it didn't sound tired, it sounded better than that. She couldn't help the smile that came to her face. "Thank you for the beautiful flowers."

"You're welcome." She shifted her eyes to the door. "I've probably said too much already, but if there's anything else, I might be able to help."

He hesitated for a moment. She could see him contemplating the question, how much he wanted to involve her more. She could tell he didn't like the thought, but she let him think on it. When he finally did speak, it was hesitant, and unsure, as if he was afraid of the answer. "Is Harklight alive?"

She bit her lower lip, and looked away. "Yes. He survived. But, the last time I saw him, he wasn't well. If he has died while I was here, I haven't been informed."

She couldn't tell if the statement made him any happier, or if it troubled him more. It might have been better to lie to him, but she preferred not to, when she had the option. Tentatively, she reached up and touched his hand. He didn't look at her, but that was alright. "I'm going to go now. Rest, and eat for goodness sake." She rose from the chair, and turned on her heals towards the door. As she reached for the handle, she looked back at him. His eyes were squarely on her, and she smiled. "I'll be back."