Lieutenant Fisher was retelling his version of events, this time to a bandaged Phones who'd arrived minutes earlier; when a string of muttered curses announced Commander Shore's arrival as he came back around the corridor corner. Even his chair whirred in an annoyed tone. Captain Tempest was the only one who rose to meet him, and picked up the paper tray with the last paper cup of the hospitals not-great large coffees. He offered it out to his commanding officer, with a frustrated frown that matched everyone else's.

"Again, nothing of use, I'm afraid. Headless coots, the lot of them." Shore grumbled taking a a swig the caffeine mud. Fisher didn't even notice his officer arriving. Under the circumstances Troy had gotten him a hot chocolate to calm his nerves but it went untouched.

"She'd woken up, holding herself in pain, and coughing by the time it arrived. Then in the ambulance she just started thrashing wildly then fainted and-" He seemed to get more upset with every time despite friendly attempts to comfort him from Atlanta. "and burning hot and Icy cold all over and there wasn't anything I could do-!"

"Snap out of it John!" Commander Shore scolded, making everyone jump. He continued, more kinder but no less sterner, "you don't look so good. I think you should head home and rest. Consider yourself relived of duty for tonight as well."

In the years he'd worked for the WASPs Fisher knew that if a commander called you by your first name it was an order and a half and you did as you were told at the double without question. He seemed to have forgotten this fact though.

"I want to see Marina! Please, I can't go."

"We all do." Troy's agitated tone cut in. "The Commander's right though, you look in a worse state then Phones and me."

"Hey now if it wasn't for Fisher we might not have found her-" Phones countered trying to handle his coffee with one arm in a sling.

"I feel fine!" Fisher complained. "Please I have to."

"You don't look it."

"I can't just leave her."

"Lieutenant!"

"We're not leaving her-!"

"Then I'm not going!"

"Hey take it easy-!"

"I want to know she's okay!"

"We all do!"

"I gave you an order Fisher!"

"We don't need another of our team in the sick bay today!"

"Stop it all of you, you'll get us thrown out!" Atlanta cut in with such a wicked tone All four men froze like naughty schoolboys under the redhead lieutenant's piercing glare.

"Fancy arguing in the middle of a hospital. Troy, Phones Sit down. You too Fisher." Atlanta said sternly. The men obeyed; Phones meekly, Troy in a huff and Fisher weakly. He was even trembling and had to be tugged back into the seat. Atlanta put the blanket back over his shoulders and giving them reassuring little squeeze. "You don't have to go anywhere just yet but we all need to remain calm. Arguing amongst ourselves isn't going to help Marina is it now?"

She pressed the lukewarm cup of hot chocolate in to his hands. Fisher calmed but threw a nervous glance at the commander. Rightly so. Sam Shore was glaring daggers at him. He was exceedingly miffed his own daughter was overriding his orders but she had a point. He looked from one lieutenant to another before making up his mind.

"Alright you can stay. But-" he growled jabbed his finger on every syllable, every point making Fisher flinch. "You head home straight after we hear of any news good or bad, is that understood? You rest up, we'll let you know if theres any developments after that. And I do not want to see you in the tower till you've on top form again. Same applies to you two knuckleheads!" He said addressing the two of Stingrays crew.

"Do I make myself clear!?"

"As water, Sir!"