Derel Larsen sat bolt upright in the bed as his ear-roll chimed. He was halfway to Meriam's room before he realized that the chime wasn't her security alert. It was just a phone call.
"Larsen," he said, thumbing the connect. He kept going towards Meriam's door.
"Larsen?" a voice said. One of the controllers at flight. Jamie, Larsen thought. Nice woman, even if she did have to confirm his name right after he'd said it.
"Medical leave is over, sport," Jamie said.
Larsen pushed Meriam's door open. She was asleep on the bed, white sheets pushed back down around her feet in the humidity. The painted readout on the armature above her head was all blue. She was sleeping normally. He went in and pulled the sheets up over her, staring at her face for a moment. So sweet and angelic. How had five years turned this bubbly academic elementary school achiever into a semi-suicidal wreck?