Characters: Miriallia Haww, Meyrin Hawke
Pairings: None
Time frame: GSD ep 38
Sickbay
She wakes up slowly, blinking blearily at the sterile ceiling. Her head swam and she felt uncomfortably warm and air came to her strangely little. Have to open a window, she thinks and tries to get up.
The movement costs her, a moan escaping her lips as her vision phased in and out of focus.
The privacy screens are pulled back, and a brown dot of color enters Meyrin's sight. "You are awake," a feminine voice says, sounding relieved, and something is pressed to her lips. A straw. "Drink some," the voice encourages.
As soon as Meyrin does, she feels better. Cool liquid clears her head and lowers the uncomfortable heat, which Meyrin now thinks is not because of the room.
"I…," she starts, and only then she remembers. "Where…wh-…Athrun-san…?"
The young woman, not much older than her, smiles. "Don't worry. You are save and Athrun is alive as well." Exchanging a towel that Meyrin never noticed on her forehead, she continues, "You should rest. Everything else can be dealt with later."
Meyrin is too tired to argue, but her thoughts are too active to sleep, but she drifts off and when she comes to again, the same girl is still sitting next to her, reading a magazine now. Meyrin recognizes the Orb uniform.
"Umm," she starts, unsure of what to say. She feels well enough to get up, but doesn't think she's allowed to.
She is met by two startling blue eyes and promptly greeted again with a smile. "Hi," the young woman helps Meyrin sit up, examines her skeptically before, apparently satisfied that the Coordinator doesn't look like she is going to faint, handing her some more water. Wordlessly, Meyrin obeys.
"I'm Miriallia Haww," she says, refilling the glass completely once Meyrin had finished. "You are on the Archangel."
Meyrin doesn't choke, but she still spills some water on her hospital grown. The cool liquid on her hot skin feels pleasant.
The glass is still promptly taken from her by a worried looking brunette. "Are you alright?"
Meyrin nods. "I thought it was destroyed….?" But Athrun-san of course has said…
Miriallia Haww's expression turns grim. "It was a close thing. We escaped."
"Oh," says Meyrin, not sure what to think. It is the enemy ship on the one hand, but on the other Meyrin isn't ZAFT anymore and…"What about Athrun-san?"
"You are doing much better than him," the other says, "but thank god he'll survive."
Meyrin sighs in relief.
"If you don't mind my asking, what happened? We don't know anything that put the two of you into a shot down mobile suit besides what ZAFT is claiming?" The inquire is carefully made, which Meyrin finds a bit strange considering it is standard procedure to question even random pick-ups, never mind known ZAFT soldiers. Carefully, as if watching out for Meyrin's feelings. Meyrin tries to focus very hard on not thinking about what ZAFT is claiming.
"They were going to kill him," Meyrin answers. It is the first thing coming to mind. "And-", as Meyrin tells her recollection, a far cry from a proper report she is able to give under normal circumstances, Miriallia's expression becomes sympathetic, slightly angry and …something else.
The silence after Meyrin finishes is broken by the Orb ensign. "Athrun is very precious to us," she says softly, "I'm speaking for the entire ship when I say you have our gratitude." It is very earnestly said.
Meyrin feels slightly uncomfortable. She hasn't done anything to be thanked for.
Suddenly the young woman smiles again, waving her hand as if to dismiss Meyrin's worries along with the heavy mood. "What's your name by the way?"