Sakura hadn't known when Ren awoke, busying herself with other tasks both in and out of Medical. When she returned now, she found herself coming back toward his bed as a matter of habit. Checking up on one of the patients who was genuinely here for care.
And what she found wasn't what she expected. "Ren-san?" she found herself asking, data pad being tucked away under her arm. "How're you feeling?" She found herself torn between smiling and letting the concern (and relief-that-almost-wasn't) and unease that sat in her stomach show as much as it was prone to when she wasn't distracted by something else.
Who in their right mind would be scared? It was a totally normal situation to be in!
Sakura smiled at him, sympathetic. "You can't remember how you got here, or the fight? Or further back than that?" It was all relevant, keeping track of how the time loss was operating on Ren himself. Looking back, and only vaguely understanding the mechanics behind the entire thing, Sakura felt silly that she hadn't realized before. The collapse in the kitchen, how quickly he'd gotten well...
"It's not been all that uncommon for people who've been affected to have difficulties like those," she said, matter of fact. "Do you remember anything about what people have been discussing as far as the whys and how of people going backward through their own personal time? Of getting younger, basically."
"People were, a few weeks ago. We let everyone out," she said, if the reality was a few had been left behind at first. By now, everyone was either in Medical Bay proper, or in the care of friends and family and being followed up on by those in medical. "Once we figured out it wasn't transmissible. People are allowed to stay with whomever they're comfortable being around, where-ever they most want to be. The rest of us in Medical get to play tag keeping up with how they're doing."
Omnicomms made it easier, at least. Sakura was in the group of those working in Medical who preferred checking in on people face to face, trusting more on what she could see in person than only a report on some device.
"Actually, we have. A team was sent down to XaXing once we returned to the planet, and they brought the clock on-board. I believe it's with Magical right now." Not that she'd heard anything about the progress with destroying the clock itself. Stacy had pointed out legend stated clock destruction was the way to returning stolen time.
No news wasn't exactly good news, in this case. "Stacy had legends on record referencing a clock like this." She stuck with the more familiar name, if it wasn't her preferred means of address for the ship. "According to her, when the clock's destroyed, the time it stole from all of you ends up being returned. So that's exactly what Magical's attempting to do."
The honest truth was one Sakura didn't like facing, even if she had to. With the clock undestroyed, eventually people would run out of time. Aging back to gametes was aging out of applicable existence. "It won't come down to that kind of what if," she said, smile softening. She sounded so sure of herself. If it was a show (and it was), it was a fairly convincing one.
"If Magical doesn't find a way, then between those of us researching in the Media Library and Stacy herself, we'll find the people who can destroy the clock. We're not letting you guys leave that easily," she said, winking. "Like it or not, we kind of like having you stick around."
Sakura considered, thinking to the call Rory had made for general supplies. "There's a few sets of clothing we have here in the Bay that should work for you. I have a few shirts at the house that might fit, too. A little loose," she adds with a small smile, "But all fairly plain." No flowers or distracting shades of pink, if one was red.
Sakura did like red. "I can also see about talking to the clothiers, or ask around." Worst come to worst, she could also try hemming. Not that sewing was the kind of skill she spent time on perfecting, but it was one of the things she'd had to pick up over the years.
She turned around to hide the smile on her face, amused. "Comeon," she said neutrally, "Unless you'd like me to bring them to you, they're just over here. You can pick out something that looks good to you."
And what she found wasn't what she expected. "Ren-san?" she found herself asking, data pad being tucked away under her arm. "How're you feeling?" She found herself torn between smiling and letting the concern (and relief-that-almost-wasn't) and unease that sat in her stomach show as much as it was prone to when she wasn't distracted by something else.
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Sakura smiled at him, sympathetic. "You can't remember how you got here, or the fight? Or further back than that?" It was all relevant, keeping track of how the time loss was operating on Ren himself. Looking back, and only vaguely understanding the mechanics behind the entire thing, Sakura felt silly that she hadn't realized before. The collapse in the kitchen, how quickly he'd gotten well...
Time was a scary thing to mess with.
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Omnicomms made it easier, at least. Sakura was in the group of those working in Medical who preferred checking in on people face to face, trusting more on what she could see in person than only a report on some device.
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No news wasn't exactly good news, in this case. "Stacy had legends on record referencing a clock like this." She stuck with the more familiar name, if it wasn't her preferred means of address for the ship. "According to her, when the clock's destroyed, the time it stole from all of you ends up being returned. So that's exactly what Magical's attempting to do."
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"If Magical doesn't find a way, then between those of us researching in the Media Library and Stacy herself, we'll find the people who can destroy the clock. We're not letting you guys leave that easily," she said, winking. "Like it or not, we kind of like having you stick around."
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Sakura did like red. "I can also see about talking to the clothiers, or ask around." Worst come to worst, she could also try hemming. Not that sewing was the kind of skill she spent time on perfecting, but it was one of the things she'd had to pick up over the years.
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