Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 104
Date: 01 - 07 - 818 AS @ 20:26 SUT
Title: Untitled.

So, here I am, with a laptop computer, a vase with flowers in it and a hopelessly dull and boring hospital room.

How I ended up here? Well, from what I recall of the incident I was originally sent on a menial traffic control job at Dortmund Station. Seemed there was a smash there and the locals wanted a Military presence to maintain the peace. I thought that was the polices job, but, nonetheless, I was stuck with the task.

I was flopping about directing the trained monkeys around the accident when a call came through the line of pirate raiders disrupting the lane linking Dortmund to the Hamburg Gate.

My brain-dead commanding officer at the time ordered me to go fix the problem by myself. Despite my better judgement I obeyed his orders. And look where it got me

From there on things get a bit hazy, I remember my Wraith being disabled by some kind of electromagnetic field, and being towed away somewhere. There were two ships one of them had a female pilot, the other male.

I can remember a dark, mouldy room vials and test tubes filled with different chemicals I can also remember being knocked out by something some kind of sleeping gas

What happened next? Absolutely no freakin idea. I woke up here in the hospital. Leutnant Drum was asleep on the chair next to my bed, it was clear shed been crying on my leg judging by the tear-stained patch on my quilt.

When she realised I was awake, well, she cried again. I dont think Ive ever seen her like that before - she looked just like any other normal girl, crying her heart out as she was completely entitled to do so.

After a while, of course, she tried to reclaim her aura that shed displaced and held back her emotions long enough to wish me a quick recovery, sending in Misaka and the girls as she left. I guess she put down her vague dislike of my family and allowed herself to interact with them for my sake.

Of course I got rained on again by my little darling, and showered with words of well being from everyone else. Poor Misaka must have been worried sick about me she looked as if she hadnt had any sleep in days. I made sure to give her enough kisses and cuddles to more than make up for the lost time not that I really had any idea just how long it was at the time.

Sakura in amongst her little sniffles presented me with my laptop computer which, upon inspection, told me Id been out for three-and-a-bit days.

Midway through our little cuddling session, a doctor entered the room and made everyone leave. He sat down on the chair that Felicia had occupied and answered the question that had been burning in my mind ever since I woke up.

My baby was doing just fine. I fell back into my bed in relief when he said those words. But he wasnt done yet, though. He asked me if I knew the babies gender yet I replied no and he then asked me if Id like to know.

Im going to be having a girl. Perhaps I feel somewhat relieved knowing Im to bear a daughter. I worried about how Id go raising a boy in the oestrogen-rich environment the Alsatia provides. As loving and caring as we all are, a rowdy bunch of sexually active teenage girls do not provide the sort of environment conductive to a healthy male childhood although with that said I hold no doubt Im going to be the end of the McDowell lineage barring another of the same sort of events that created this new life in the first place.

The doctor left me with the good news and allowed my companions to return. We spent some more time catching up, apparently the girls spent the last three days couped up in a hotel across the road from the hospital on Berlins surface at my cost, waiting for me to regain consciousness. Was a good three or four hours before I had to send everyone back across the road spending another night in that hotel at my expense.

I opened the laptop and begun writing this entry, and now I find myself staring out into a blizzard blowing outside the window; the Gray of the clouds and white of the snow blending everything together into one mass.

I dont feel any great pain besides a vague throbbing from what I was told is a sprained ankle, Im not in all that poor a condition all things considered and Ive a warm and quite comfortable bed to sleep in and recover.

So why wont the tears stop?

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