....PRESENT DAY......As i awoke in a pile of hay somewhere,I felt a pain in my lower back that was very familar, i had been stabbed.Well i can fix it,...i closed my eyes giving my cells the silent command to begin rapid healing,and nothing happenend.I tried to force the healing and a sharp pain came and as i began to sink into oblivion i started to remember....................4 DAYS EARLIER............... My nurse sammantha walked in with my daily tray of food, man is she pretty..32 years old,5'9. She recognized her immediately, of course. Anyone would. Unfortunately, it was too late to pretend not to have seen her and quietly slink away, and of course ignoring her wasn't an option. Gertrude Winn, social matron par excellence, was a pain in the ass, sure, but she had divorced her way high enough up the social food chain that one didn't slight her. Instead, Monique smiled. Besides, the older woman's praise was welcome. Although Monique had heard this compliment many times during the past. Although Steph knew Peter was next door she did not realise he was watching her, to which he was duly pleasing himself also. Peter rummaged through a couple of draws to find some tissues and found some other useful things along the way. Steph finished her shower, didn’t finish playing with herself and got out, at which point she noticed Peter pleasuring himself over her. They locked eye contact which to start with was kind of cold and shocked and unforgiving but Peter smiled as he was looking. During the day, I get flashbacks of parts of my ship with various damage and friends' bodies blown apart, gaping holes in the hull seeing ships explode into puffs of smoke and a thousand little bits of silvery metal.Mostly, I just want to disappear inside myself and never come out; watch the universe pass by without involving me, but I know if I let that happen, I'll never come out. I find it best to be among my own, people who accept me and where I can feel that I'm useful in a structured.