Posted by Civilian Jal’na of House Duroc (Head of Physical Therapy - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Sacred Heart Hospital - The Future of House Duroc

Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Sacred Heart Hospital - The Future of House Duroc

Posted by Civilian Jal’na of House Duroc (Head of Physical Therapy - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Sacred Heart Hospital - The Future of House Duroc
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As Urg and Jal’na walked down the hallway from the mediator’s office, Urg leaned into his wife. “You know, while I find your new found temper very appealing, it is not you Jal’na. Something is wrong. And you will tell me what it is so I can murder whomever has caused your anger.’

Urg, Lord Duroc

“Qo’!” Jal’na looked both horrified and absolutely livid at the suggestion. She actually reached out to attack him before remembering herself. The outburst drew attention from the assistant at the ward’s desk. She looked up in surprise at Jal’na. “Apologies,” Jal’na said as they walked past. She closed her eyes a moment in reflection, even as her hand rested on his arm. “If you murder the cause of my temper, I will divorce you.” They took the lift back to the ground floor towards her office, “but I must tell you.”

Jal’na, Lady Duroc

Utg laughed as they walked into her office. “You can’t divorce me. Your hearts and mine are one. To end us would kill us both.” He flopped into a chair and stretched out his legs and smiled at her. “Now… tell me what fire has lit the flame of your anger.”

Urg, Lord Duroc

Urg wasn’t wrong, but he would understand when she told him. She leaned against her desk, arms folded over her chest as she stared at him. She had managed to convince him they could go, just the two of them. No guards, no slider, no overly attentive ears.

The events replayed in her mind’s eye. Klingons were a strong and sturdy people. But there was one time when a Klingon woman was most vulnerable. “That cursed MakDar,” Jal’na growled referring to Abigail Tenkiller. If her aim had been just a little lower. Jal’na slammed a fist into the desk. It was better than putting it through Abigail’s skull. “I wanted to speak of it two nights ago, but that petaQ. ” Jal’na actually ground her teeth to keep from spiting.

She stared Urg in the eye, unflinching from the flames that were always there. “jIH puq qeng. (I am with child.)”

Jal’na, Lady Duroc

Urg looked at her for a long time in silence before he said simply “I know.” His head titled to the side and he said “How does that make you feel?”

Urg, Lord Duroc