"Do me a favor?" Brian asked quietly. "Take care of yourselves like we need you all to do. Robert and I won't be on our game today. We're depending on you. All of you. And that means Jack too. I need him on duty. He's going to have to man up and deal with his feelings later. We dont' have time for feelings right now. I'm going to see my wife." He left them and went to his quarters.
"You heard the man," Michael said. "We're on duty. Someone needs to make sure the nannies have fed the kids. And then we need to eat. The crew will cover for us at least long enough to eat. And then we need to get to work."
Khaat's pain was getting out of control. It woke her sharply. Robert had turned his back long enough to put medical supplies away but within his reach. He heard a change in her breathing and then heard her try to move and then cry out in pain in a small voice. He turned and went to her.
"Lay still," he said softly to her. "You shouldn't hurt yet. Is the pain back already?" She reached for his hand and he took hers in his. She tried to use it to pull herself up, even though she wasn't awake, and the pain made her grip his hand so hard, he winced. Brian came in and he went over and laid her back gently.
"Not yet," Brian said gently.
"Did we win?" she asked.
"If you mean did anybody die, no," Robert said. "Everyone is alive. And unhurt--except you." He didn't mention Jacks cut. He left that alone. She nodded, satisfied.
"Where am I?" she frowned, trying to get her vision to clear.
"You're too weak," her father said. "Give it a rest. You're in your stateroom on the yacht. We just finished surgery to repair your scald burns. I want you to rest in a moment. Can you take a few sips of water for me? You need a great deal of fluids. Can you try?" She nodded. Robert and Brian fed her nearly half a cup of water before she got too weak. They laid her back. Robert explained he was going to cut her pain with a pain spell and he wanted her to sleep. She merely nodded, and he touched her forehead. She slipped into a deep restful sleep, now minus the pain.
"Thank you, Robert," Brian said. "That was excellent work. I don't see how she will even scar. That was some of the best work I've ever seen you do."
"She's my child. Why would I ever withhold my best from her?" Robert asked softly, brushing her hair.
"Can I get you some tea?"
"I'd prefer French Roast this morning, please" Robert said. Brian couldn't agree more. His fatigue was besting him. He called the stewards and ordered extra strong french roast.