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Chapter VI
Part 5
Rand was not
too tired to be livid. The landing
party had just returned from a search conducted on the outskirts of the camp
along the desert waste; a search that proved to be so futile it made Spock’s
growing lack of professional judgment stunningly apparent, and all too embarrassing.
At least it
was over for now, until the next time Spock would be seized by, and induced in,
the throes of psychotic hubris.
The shower room
resembled the Battery Park Tunnel, only a lot smaller, and without the
curvature. Embedded in the tile, on either side, were rows of copper stump
showerheads evenly positioned over small, rectangular dashboards. The tile was a mood mellowing soft
ecru, an appropriate color for winding down under glorious jets of warm water
and steam, especially after the shit day she had.
Her flip
flops made small hollow echoes as she walked over from the connecting locker
room, and found a showerhead that was as far from the locker room door as
possible for that much-needed sense of privacy. She manipulated the eye-level controls on the dashboard
until the showerhead moved upward to accommodate her height. Pressing a few more controls made warm
water shoot against her skin, enveloping her with its undulating vapors.
“Oh,
God. I seriously needed this,” she
thought.
Rand could
feel her anger ebb away in the water, vapors and lilac body shampoo she
massaged over her body. She sighed
heavily and smiled, raising her face to the shower stream. Here she could forget about Spock’s mad
night search, and her feelings about being stranded on Tijus and abandoned by
the Enterprise.
And from
Khobran.
Rand turned
briefly from her shower to see a somewhat discombobulated Nurse Rose stumble to
the shower next to her.
Barely able
to mumble a greeting, she hastily worked the dashboard until water came down
and surrounded her.
Rand
grunted, and was about to turn away when something when something struck
her. She pushed her wet, clinging
hair away from her face and did a sweeping double take on Rose.
“Did you
lose weight?”
Rose turned
half-heartedly and cocked her ear towards Rand.
“Did I
what?” she asked, listless and with slight irritation.
“You look
like you’ve lost weight, around 20 pounds or better. I’m not kidding!
I can’t imagine what your secret could be with all the food you’ve been
wolfing down!”
Rose looked
down at herself briefly. “Hey, I’m
not complaining. At least I’m not
as waiflike as you these days.”
Now, Rand
looked down at her own body and rand her hand along her hip and ribcage. She looked malnourished, wasted
away. The fullness of her hips
were carved away, leaving indentations of slack, dry flesh. Her ribs were pronounced, like a
canopy, over a stomach so caved in as to looked almost pitted.
Rand fought
the urge to cry at how hollowed out she was, but the one thing that horrified
her more was that she had never taken notice of her deteriorating
appearance. How the hell could she
have missed all of this?! She had
showered daily, unclothed daily, lotioned herself up.
What in the
hell was going on?
Perhaps in
response to Rand’s reaction, Rose shrugged and said simply: “Hey, you don’t
look that bad. No worse than
anyone else here.”
There was an
awkward silence between the two women.
Rand swallowed hard, thankful that the water from the shower camouflaged
the tears that threatened to fall.
“Thanks,”
said Rand, flatly.
“Don’t
mention it,” Rose returned with equal deadpan delivery.
More silence
stretched between them, the echoes of the shower sprays hitting the tile floor becoming
louder against the quiet of the room.
Finally,
Rose spoke again. She hesitated,
weighing her words very carefully.
“You know,
in the beginning, Riley was being a bit of a jerk, complaining about the
mission in those first meetings when there was nothing to complain about. But, well, it seems to me kinda weird,
but it was like his complaining was, I don’t know, foretelling how badly the
mission would go.
“Foretelling? I don’t understand.”
“Well,
yeah. In the beginning, he said
that the mission was taking too long and that we needed to wrap things up,
which wasn’t true then. Don’t you
remember? But now, it’s coming to
pass. It’s like he knew to
complain before it happened! Isn’t
it weird?”
Rand
snorted. “Everything about this
mission is weird. It’s all
creeping me out! I even feel like
I’m possessed at times, like I say and do things I’m not in control of. Hell, sometimes I can’t even stay
focused on things I can normally do with my eyes closed.”
“Same here! One minute, I’m so all over the place sometimes
in that medical lab that I end up wasting a lot of time, but then the next
minute I can be just as focused as I would normally be. Mathias is the same way-totally focused
on his job and then minutes later he’s either crying like a baby or kneeling
over, screaming about his guts!”
“I know what
you’re talking about. When I was
working in the kitchen with Riley he was so efficient and helpful, so unlike
the nutcase obsessed with obstacle courses and that Russo guy. You were with us in the kitchen. You’ve seen him. Night and Day.”
Rose looked
at Rand quizzically, her eyebrows slightly raised.
“Speaking of
the kitchen, what happened to you?
Weren’t you on meal duty with Riley? Why did you leave like that? And why did you take that black thing with you?”
Rand wasn’t
even going to dignify that one.
She turned away from Rose to the shower dashboard, and altered the
setting slightly for a warmer temperature.
“Let’s just
say I wasn’t focused on my duties like Riley was,” she said smugly.
Ssssswwweeeoooosshh!
Rand and
Rose turned to each other, startled by the sound of a third showerhead being
activated.
Rand knew
for a fact she’d alerted everyone that she would be taking a shower, which
meant the shower room was off
limits to the men until she was finished.
Hyacinth was here taking a shower right next to her, accounted for.
So, who in
the hell was in here that wasn’t supposed to be?
Rand and
Rose turned in the direction of where the sound was coming from and started to
protest while they contorted their bodies, using their arms and legs in a vain
attempt to cover their nakedness.
They started to back up to a safe corner, out of sight from the view of
this inconsiderate blockhead, but then they froze, their bodies straightening
up slowly, unaware, like they were on autopilot. The two women went silent.
He was
standing at the far end of the shower room, his tall powerful body naked as
water shot down from the showerhead he stood under, plastering ringlets of
blue-black hair to his forehead, which he pushed back and away with both hands,
the movement emphasizing the bulge and cut of his biceps.
Rand
couldn’t speak; she just stood there dumbly, watching him come closer, his eyes
locked in on her like she was his target.
His steps were slow, deliberate, while he made his way to each along his
path. As he closed in, each
showerhead would rise and settle to accommodate his height, the dashboards
lighting up and fluttering just by him standing in their space; it was like
something emanating from his body that acted like some kind of activating
force. Each showerhead dutifully
sent out streams of water that cascaded down his hair, his neck and shoulders,
his inner thighs, making his emerald skin slick and gleaming. This went on for a while, until Khobran
finally reached Rand and loomed over her, his long-lashed eyes narrowed and
heavy-lidded, his lips parted slightly.
Rand knew
that this thing standing in front of her wasn’t her lover, wasn’t Khobran, and
yet he was physically like every inch of him, the violet glint in his eyes, his
broad shoulders, even the hint of musk from his skin. She couldn’t help herself. She wanted him just the same, to surround him with her walls
and legs.
She reached
up to touch him, caress him, her movement slow and thick like she was under
water. Khobran inched closer and
took her hand, placed it on his taunt belly and guided it down with a gentle
urgency. Rand was drawn, lulled
into the unreality of it all until another woman’s hand brushed clumsily along
Khobran’s chest.
It was like
Rand had been punched in the temple.
Livid, she jerked her head back and turned to see Nurse Rose bring her
hand to her mouth and run her tongue over her palm.
“What
the…fuck are you doing?!...Are you out of…your ever-loving mind?!”
Rand could
feel her body shake with rage. She
knew that if she pushed Rose, gave her a good shove, that she might end up
breaking her skull on the slippery wet tile, so she checked herself as best she
could.
It wasn’t
easy.
Rose cocked her
head and let out a small, sharp breath.
“Excuse me! What’s your
problem?”
“What’s my
problem?! I’ll break your freakin’
arm in two! You actually have the
audacity to touch Khobran like that, and then lick your goddamn palm
afterwards?! You must either be
psychotic or an imbecile!”
Rose’s eyes
widened, her face an expression of utter disbelief and patent dismissal.
“You’re
crazy! Touching Khobran?! Last time I checked he didn’t look like
a chocolate fountain—certainly not his color, God knows!”
“Seriously?!
You’re trying to wriggle your way out of this…”
“Wiggle
nothing! There was a chocolate
fountain at this restaurant that my family used to go to all the time, Jesus!”
A chocolate
fountain that she used to go to.
Rand snorted and shook her head in disgust. Of course. What’s
the one thing Rose obsessed over the whole time she’s been on this
mission?
Food.
Always the
fucking food.
The two
women looked over to where Khobran, or the chocolate fountain, had been.
They were
alone now, the two of them.
Alone,
standoffish, and seething.
Rand walked
over to Rose and got in her face.
“I guess we were both wrong, huh?”
She walked
away from the nurse, went to the dashboard to tap on a mechanism that turned
off the water, quietly collected her toiletries, and walked back over to Rose.
“For the
record, I didn’t much care for that racist crack about Khobran’s skin
color. Say something like that
again, and you’ll be chewing on that fat tongue of yours.”
As a final
warning, Rand bumped her shoulder violently against Rose’s, nearly toppling the
poor woman over. When she reached
the door, she looked over her shoulder to a quiet, humbled Rose standing under
the shower with her mouth tightly drawn, and her shoulders hunched.
“No more
chocolate to lick from the bowl, am I right,” she quipped.
Rand smiled
slightly, nodded her head, and then walked out of the shower room.
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