[dcs_p]”Yes doctor, we’ve heard your analysis before.” Ace said as he scratched the
inside of his palm.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]”You want us to leave, doc?” asked Mike Strider. The sixty-five year old veteran
that was the Strikers team commander, Mike was looking much rougher than
usual. It was evident to nearly everyone that Jasmine’s near-death experience
had hit him hard. This was also a clear-cut sign that the rumors of the
commander’s growing affections towards Jasmine were true.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]”Yes, Strider. Not only does she need peace, but I also don’t wanna get into
another argument with you two about this. I’ll see you tomorrow morning when I
give ya a new rundown of her condition. I don’t expect any immediate changes or
reasons to worry. Just let her rest. You’ll have plenty of time to spend with her
after she’s recovered.” the doctor ordered. He rubbed his eyes slowly. It
seemed that he too had lost some sleep over this situation.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]”I will see you tomorrow morning then. Good evening doctor.” Ace softly spoke.
“Good night Jasmine. We’re all thinking about you. You’ve kept us safe all these
years. We are going to do our best to see the same for you.” With that, Ace
and his son exited the room, walking slowly and leaving the flowers to rest on the
chair near Jasmine’s bed.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]The doctor moved towards the door of the small room, eyeing the Strikers’
commander as he did. After shaking his head he closed the door behind him.
“Goodnight.” said Mike, leaving the room quietly. Jasmine smiled to herself.
Drifting back into uneasy sleep, she comforted herself with a knowledge of her
mission’s success and significance.[/dcs_p]