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Message: 10/35 Posted Author

Bowie Mon Jul 08 Dr. Thomas Light

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Posted to the hunter's board, in text, no spinny.

Report from Doctor Thomas Light.

Subject: Bowie's condition

Patient re-awakened after standard convalescence, computer recorded multiple fails in the patient's neural net.

Vision impaired, mild. Treatment: Study and allow internal systems to rectify if possible.

Memory impaired, severe. Treatment: Patient offered free access to computer records and all personnel who are familiar with Bowie encouraged to visit to encourage his memory to re-link at highest possible rate.

Body systems, repaired.

Message ends.

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Dr. Thomas Light is at the computer typing, has just hit enter on sending in a report on the patient, actually...

Bowie opens his eyes slowly, half expecting to be blinded again by the ceiling lights. He blinks a few times, then has a look around. Uncertain whether he should really attempt sitting up, he remains lying down.

Dr. Thomas Light arises to his feet, rubbing the back of his head. Been here all night, most likely, and slept in one of the beds. Checks the patient for about the bazillionth time, then smiles as he sees Bowie awake, and Michael arriving. "Good...afternoon?"

Bowie checks his internal chronometer. At least that's still working right, or so he hopes. "Afternoon, Doc," he greets softly, then turns his head towards the door as he hears it open, and gingerly nods towards the person who just entered.

Michael Eildath blinks. "Heya Doc. Heya, Bowie." He smiles, looking down at his XO. "Not dead are you? I'd be pissed if you'd gotten yourself killed or something."

Dr. Thomas Light crosses his arms, thinking a moment, and doesn't interrupt the conversation that's begun betwween the two. He does stop that, getting a small light and walks to Bowie, putting a hand on his forehead and saying "Relax, I need to check your eyes. Feel free to talk." Does the usual stuff, light to test responses, left-right, watching the eyes react. "Thanks for coming, Michael. Bowie has been asking about his commanding officer."

Bowie looks up at the person standing over him with a quizzical expression. It's the sort of look that you give an old aquaintance that calls you by name, but you cannot place his name or from where you know him. "Dead, no. Confused, yeah...should Ah know ya?" And then Dr. Light begins checking his eyes, something he accepts with quiet resignation. The reactions are better than last night, though they're still a bit sensitive to excess light.

Michael Eildath blinks, looking up at Dr. Light questioningly. "It's Mike, Bowie. Phoenixflame CO, Cap'n Angst, all around gold medal guy?" He scratches his head curiously.

Dr. Thomas Light snorts a little at the comment from Mike, grinning as he puts away the minilight. No other comment on that from him, though, thinking perhaps that the snort is enough. "Your eyes are improving, as expected, Bowie. I'll give you a remote to the lights so you can raise them as you feel they're able to handle more, but you have to get up a little at some point and try to walk. When you can."

Bowie sighs and apologizes, "Sorry, but Ah don't remember ya...Ah thought Ah wus still part a Company E?" He read the datapad Light was kind enough to provide, but that doesn't mean that it made sense to him. "But the doc here tells me Ah werk in Neo-Tokyo now?" He nods to said doctor, hinting a smile. "Thankee."

Michael Eildath smirks at Bowie, and nods. "Yeah... more or less. Don't worry about it. Just concentrate on recoverin' for now, and know that we're all pullin' for ya."

Dr. Thomas Light says, "Not a problem, Bowie. What I'm here for." Light crosses to the computer, getting back into some project or other. "I'll be here if you need anything, sorry about this. But work doesn't wait."

>> Dr. Light leaves.

Bowie feels well enough to venture propping himself up on his elbows, and gives Dr. Light another nod. "All right. An thanks." So. This Michael person is apparently his CO, even if he doesn't remember being transferred. "So whut do Ah do, seein as Ah'm not a Ranger?"

Michael Eildath hrms. "Well, you're a Maverick Hunter, and a damn good one, too."

Bowie scratches the back of his head, part of that puzzlement disappearing in quiet surprise. "A Hunter, huh. No kiddin."

Michael Eildath nods, smiling. "Really. You've been with us for a while now, and Commander X picked you to be my XO in Phoenixflame Squadron."

Bowie doesn't quite seem to know what to say to that, but at least he doesn't leave his jaw hanging open. After a moment or two, he answers, "Ah wish Ah could remember this...sounds like Ah've been livin in excitin times."

Michael Eildath nods. "Well, hopefully you will. I'm never one to give up all hope of something, y'know?" He pauses. "Well, I guess you don't, but whatever. I don't give up hope easily."

Bowie chuckles softly, with a hint of irony in it. "Right now, Ah barely know mahself. But Ah thank Ah'm too stubborn t'give up."

Michael Eildath nods. "Good. Glad to hear it. Now, you get your rest, man, 'kay?"

Bowie quirks a smile. "Yessir."