Chapter 2
Buck rushed inside with two security guards and found
Hawk lying on his bed with his cloths drenched in sweat.
Buck got to the ship's intercom in Hawk's quarters,
"We need a medical team to Hawk's quarters right away,"
he ordered.
Within minutes Dr. Goodfellow and three nurses arrived at
Hawk's living quarters. The doctor ordered the security men
and the nurses to put Hawk on the gurney and take him to
sick bay immediately.
"Dr. Goodfellow, Whats wrong with Hawk? Is he going to be
all right?" Buck asked as they wheeled Hawk to the sick bay.
"Buck, could you do me a favor dear boy?" the doctor asked.
"Anything," Buck replied.
"Would you be a dear boy, go back to Hawk's quarters and
retrieve some dry clothing for me? We don't want him to
walk around with-out a stitch on after we remove these wet
ones, now do we?" Goodfellow asked.
Buck left to get Hawk's clothes as requested by the doctor.
Goodfellow ordered the two nurses to lift Hawk up and put
him on one of the sick bay beds. By the time Buck returned
to the sick bay, Dr. Goodfellow had Hawk hooked up to all
the monitors.
"How is he?" Buck asked.
"I don't know yet. I just started running the monitors
when you came in. Could you do me another favor," the doctor
asked.
"Sure Doc," Buck said gazing over at Hawk.
"I know you're worried about Hawk, but could you please go,
so I can examine him."
Buck looked at the doctor with a hurt look on his face, then
looked at Hawk.
"I'll let you know what I find, all right?" The doctor
assured him.
"Thank you," Buck replied.
"You should go inform the Admiral of Hawk's condition,"
Goodfellow said.
Buck looking at his friend in the bed, then turned his gaze
back to the Dr. "You will keep me updated, won't you?" Buck
asked.
"Yes dear boy, I will."
Buck reluctantly left the sick bay, leaving his friend in
good hands.
The doctor ordered a number of test to be taken, blood-work,
x-rays, ekgs, everything he could think of. Hours later a
voice came over the ship's intercom.
"Captain Rogers, please report to the sick bay."
It took Buck about three minutes to get to the sick bay,
followed closely by Admiral Asimov and Col. Deering.
"Well Doc, how is he?" Buck asked. All three gathered
around Hawk's bed and gazed over at the Dr.
"Hawk is very ill right now, between not eating enough, and
long hours on patrol. Now to top it off it looks like
Hawk has picked up a infection some where. But that's not my
main worry right now, we can treat the infection with
antibiotics, and feed him through an IV. But, what I am
worried about is that he's put himself into a Dreamscape."
Buck, Asimov and Col. Deering all stood there with confused
look on their faces.
"What is a Dreamscape?" Asimov asked.
"I knew you were going to ask me that," Dr. Goodfellow
replied.
He walked over to his desk and retrieved a thick book.
He showed them the cover. "The Birdpeople Of Easter Island."
Buck took the book and started thumbing through it.
"What does this book have to do with your diagnosis of Hawk?"
Admiral Asimov asked.
"My good Admiral, in that book they talk about Dreamscape.
It's how birdpeople are able to say good-bye to loved ones
they were not able to fully say good-bye to at death. Hawk
never mourned the loss of his mate, Koori or his people. His
body was so weak from barely eating and from lack of sleep
that he unconsciously put himself into this Dreamscape,"
Dr. Goodfellow explained.
"And what's bad, is that we can't get him out of a Dreamscape.
He has to come out from it on his own."