<span style="font-family: garamond;">Azar lifted his forearm from his eyes and winced at the incoming light. He blinked a few times dispersing the dark spots blurring his vision. He sighed. Now that he had woken up, he was obligated to get up out of bed. He cursed his inability to fall back asleep once he woke up. <br/><br/>It was only when he attempted to push himself up from the comfortable cushion, that he registered the body entangling his own. <span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-style: italic">'Huh.'</span></span> He thought to himself slightly amused. How had he missed that? Dispassionately, he took in the appearance of the female draped over him. Curly, blonde hair tickled his chin and alabaster skin contrasted sharply with his dark, tawny color. She was younger than him from the looks of it. Azar slowly untangled their two bodies. Skillfully and gently as not to rouse the girl from her slumber. He slipped out of his bed and shivered as his feet touched the floor and his bare body was subjected to the cool air of the ship. He promptly began picking up the clothes strewn over his floor. Shrugging back into his shirt and pants from the previous night. With the more feminine garments in his arms, he laid them down on the chest at the foot of his bed. Folding them and placing them in a neat pile. When he could help it, Azar preferred to keep his room neat. He sat down on the edge of his bed and slipped his feet into brown leather boots. Fully dressed, he leaned back on his hands and gazed at the young woman. Well, she was cute enough he would admit. Ghosting over her heart shaped face, he moved a lock of her hair from her lips. Before the thought of otherwise could even emerge in his mind, he leaned over and pressed his lips to her temple. Relishing at how warm she was. <span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-style: italic">'Berries. . .'</span></span> He absently noted. That was what she smelled like. He pulled away and stood once more. Pulling the blanket from his bed up higher, he tucked it around her petite body. Could not have her freeze to death after all.<br/><br/>Turning on the ball of his foot, he grabbed his sword from its sturdy hook on the wall and strapped it to his back. With one last glance at the girl laying in his bed, he left his bedroom, closing the door quietly behind. Walking down the hallway with long, confident strides he let his mind wonder. It ended up wondering back to the female he left sleeping back in his bed. <span style="color: #008000">"Crap."</span> He muttered under his breath. What was her name? That was just like the young man. He could not remember names for the life of him. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #008000">'Celini? Ceana? . . . Crescent?'</span></span> No. None of those sounded correct. Azar ran a rough hand through his snowy hair. He could feel a sense of irritation already mounting for what was sure to come later. The girl would find him later undoubtedly. She seemed like the clingy type. She definitely looked like one of those people who bitched and whined and sulked once they realized he had forgotten their name. And he was never in the mood to deal with that drama. He released a resigned sigh. He always ended up with those types. Hopefully Asrai would know her name. His sister was just a lifesaver like that.<br/><br/>--------  --------  --------<br/><br/>The young medic was extremely exhausted. The past few days had been hectic for her. Many people had been streaming in and out of the infirmary. The people on the Ocean Horizon were not nearly as careful as they should have been. Honestly, such reckless people. She blamed the captain partially. Fetcher was undoubtedly the most impulsive of them all. God knew they would be the cause of any heart problems she developed in the future.<br/><br/>Since the attack three days ago, Asrai had been fairly busy. Though most of her time had been spent with just one in particular. An older crew mate who trumped her in seniority. He had one of the first to join in the strike Fletcher had led on the enemy who had dared to attack them. Returning from the fight with a gunshot wound in his forearm, the bullet nicking his Ulna and almost hitting his elbow. A long, jagged cut seemingly made by a rapier. Measuring exactly eleven inches in length from below his left breast to just above his navel. Luckily the wound was very superficial. Other than those two, he had numerous small nicks and scratches, which she was able to heal immediately.<br/><br/>The wounds themselves were also easy to take care of, though tedious. She had to stop the bleeding and clean the openings. Afterwards, she left them open to allow to drainage was the main reason, but the infirmary was also running low on stitches. The smell was awful anyone would agree, but by now she was used to it. The dressings had to be changed every four to five hours as the amount of drainage was unreal. The exudate being thick and opaque, she cursed the infection that had so swiftly set in. The most difficult thing to manage was the fever that erupted due to the infection. Constantly changing cool packs, replacing dressings, going upstairs every few hours to refill the water bucket, providing cool sponge downs, and throwing out vomit. He had become so ill so quickly. It. . . Scared her deeply. So, she had her body working nonstop . Moving like a robot to ensure his safety. Her mind completely glossing over necessities like eating or sleeping. It was a bad habit. Yeah, she knew. <br/><br/>When Asrai finally broke down and fallen asleep-- on the small, three legged stool at her patient's bedside, head on his thigh --no one in their right mind should have even thought of waking her up.<br/><br/>--------  --------  --------<br/><br/>Of course, everyone knew Azar was not in his right mind. Had not been since childhood. <span style="color: #008000">"Asrai!"</span> Came the loud fruity voice of the medic's elder sibling. Her eyelids peeled open slowly and she fixed a cold stare in his general direction. An automatic response. Contrary to popular belief, Asrai was not a morning person, rather it was Azar. She blinked a few times to focus on his figure, but was unable to as in just a moments time he was from the door to her side. Pulling her to her feet from the tiny stool. As he steadied her and she rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her palms, he fixed a glare above her head on the older man sitting up awake in bed. <br/><br/>Asrai slowly regained her bearings. Throwing up her slender arms, she released a loud yawn and arched her back in a stretch. Blinking owlishly for a second, she gasped, realizing how inappropriate her actions had been. The young girl spun around to face the man still in bed. Eyes wide and apologetic. Ashamed at the way she had drifted off to sleep during her job. <span style="color: #0040BF">"Ah, forgive me for falling asleep," </span>She apologized awkwardly. Stepping forward, she put her forehead to his own, missing the uneasy glance he shot over her shoulder at her twin. Comparing the temperatures, she managed a small smile. At least his fever broke sometime during the night. Pulling away, she tilted her head to the side.<span style="color: #0040BF"> "Well today, I am releasing you from the surgery. Be sure to grab a yourself a meal and rest please." </span><br/><br/>The man nodded his head sure to take what the doctor said to heart. A smile slipping onto his face from how proud she sounded, albeit nervous. The young man behind her had been glaring daggers into him since the second he entered. <span style="color: #404000">"Of course Doc."</span> He assured her as he slowly moved his stiff body out of the bed he had been occupying. Careful of the tenderness in his abdomen and his arm that was now in a splint. He cast a grateful nod towards her and passed by the quartermaster while avoiding any eye contact. Slipping out into the hallway, he made his way to the bunk area. Rolling his shoulders to ease the tension. The Quartermaster was a good decade younger than him, yet the boy could strike fear into anyone's heart when it came to his sister. Though, he would not hold it against the boy. Azar was good to the crew and good at his work, just overprotective of his family. He understood. After all, he had a family of his own.<br/><br/>Azar sat on one of the infirmary beds. Waiting for his twin to emerge from the her small room attached to the back of the surgery. She had gone to change into something clean and wash up. She came out only a minute after hearing him voice an impatient groan. Deft fingers braiding long silver hair as she approached him. <span style="color: #0040BF">"Breakfast?"</span> She questioned. Azar simply nodded in confirmation. Silent as he slid off of the bed and took in the appearance of his small sister. Green eyes peered through white bangs into navy blue orbs. The exhaustion made evident by the dark rings marring her features. He bit the inside of his cheek wishing that she would take better care of herself. Asrai met his eyes and shut her own briefly in fatigue. She was not in the mood to hear any blather from him about putting herself first, she had a job to attend to and <span style="font-style: italic">that</span> came first. He should have understood by now. Giving him a serious stare, she spun on her heel and headed out into the hallway. The boy stuffed his hands in his pockets and let out and exasperated sigh. Sometimes he forgot how troublesome she could be, especially in the morning.<br/><br/>The two walked side by side in silence. Asrai despite being tired walked like the royalty she descent from. Hands clasped together at her abdomen, head held high and eyes straight ahead, strides proud and purposeful. Just a step behind her Azar sauntered along. Hands deep in his pockets and hunched forward. Casting a shadow over the girl he had known since birth. Unlike the cool expression she showed to the crew mates they passed by, a wolfish grin engulfed his features and his eyes shone with the promise of mischief.</span>