Sweet Home Alle Bamma (Solbidyum Wars Saga)
““How are you feeling, Honored First Citizen?” he inquired in is typical formal fashion, though there was a great deal of concern in his voice and on his face. “Is there something I can get for you?”
“Piesew, thank you. I’m feeling much better,” I replied. As I slowly got my bearings and assessed my strength, I added, “I could use something to drink – some fruit juice perhaps. And I’m rather hungry.”
“Excellent, sir. I shall arrange for your beverage and something for you to eat, as... well.”
As he turned to leave the room I asked, “How long have I been asleep?”
“A little over a day, sir.”
I was momentarily stunned at his reply.
“Is there anything else, sir?”
“Ah, no, not for now. Thank you, Piesew.”
After Piesew left, I got out of bed and stood still for a moment. Remarkably, I felt like my normal self again, aside from the thirst and hunger. While I showered, I took a closer look at the cut on my arm. I could see through the clear plasta-bandage that the wound was already healing. It was a surprisingly small slash and it didn’t seem to be all that deep. As I left the shower, I saw that Piesew had returned and placed a glass of some kind of juice on the vanity. The flavor was reminiscent of tomato juice, which I drank nearly every day on Earth. This juice seemed to invigorate me almost immediately.MoreLess
“Piesew, thank you. I’m feeling much better,” I replied. As I slowly got my bearings and assessed my strength, I added, “I could use something to drink – some fruit juice perhaps. And I’m rather hungry.”
“Excellent, sir. I shall arrange for your beverage and something for you to eat, as... well.”
As he turned to leave the room I asked, “How long have I been asleep?”
“A little over a day, sir.”
I was momentarily stunned at his reply.
“Is there anything else, sir?”
“Ah, no, not for now. Thank you, Piesew.”
After Piesew left, I got out of bed and stood still for a moment. Remarkably, I felt like my normal self again, aside from the thirst and hunger. While I showered, I took a closer look at the cut on my arm. I could see through the clear plasta-bandage that the wound was already healing. It was a surprisingly small slash and it didn’t seem to be all that deep. As I left the shower, I saw that Piesew had returned and placed a glass of some kind of juice on the vanity. The flavor was reminiscent of tomato juice, which I drank nearly every day on Earth. This juice seemed to invigorate me almost immediately.MoreLess
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