“Commander Koraia…” the medic said impatiently, clearly not happy with her. Too bad. She didn’t gave a damn if she was making him happy at the moment or not.

“I already did. It doesn’t work. I’m not in the habit of repeating myself to people and I don’t intend to start now.” Uggh, medical people. Acted like they knew everything. Not only was she not in the habit of repeating herself, she also wasn’t in the habit of lying about her state. She had tried it there way and it wasn’t working.

Offering her the temporary prosthetic limb, the medic’s expression all but begged her.

Sitting on the bench as she was, with crutches next to her and her right leg stump still showing sign of fresh surgery and the long recovery ahead, Ghubari could only look up at the well-meaning medic with a look that normally make others cower. The staff at the rehab centre were tougher than most though and dealt with people who were often broken in both mind and body. “I said no!”

The next thing the medic knew, the mechanical limb made of tough metal and plastics was flying clear across the room. “I told you it hurts. I’m not wearing it. Now get lost.”

The medic glared at the recalcitrant commander as if she were a toddler throwing a tantrum, spun on her heels and simply left the room muttering, “stubborn command types.”

Commander Koraia, XO on Medical Leave