Birds of a Feather
A short story by M. B. Liddle
"I regret the circumstances that put you through this. I claim full responsibility. What good is a major who injures his own troops? Anyway, when you're up and about again, I want to extend an invitation to join my personal unit, we could use fighters like you."
"Hey there Anna, Glad you pulled through, the room just isn't the same without you and the unit would sure miss your quiet wit…um.. Oh, and congrats, you get that XO posting, that is if Major Tom doesn't try to steal you from me. See you back at the "C" when you're up and about, bye!"
"Hi Anna, It's Sean. Just wanna say get well soon. Megan an' me have got some R and R next week, we're going to try and get up to see you. Hey, I saw your axe when they brought you in, I want to talk to you about when you're better. Seeya then!"
"Hey Anna. I fixed up the sight. Don't worry about paying me for it; just want you to stay alive out there. Also, I tuned up Tania for you, don't worry, she's safe with me here at the armoury. Hey guess what, they promoted me up from technician to R+D, how cool is that. Tried to see you yesterday, they said you couldn't be reached. Get well soon, Doug."
The man in the doorway put the recordings down on Anna's bedside table. Even through her still bleary eyes, Anna recognized his face.
"Mike?" she croaked, turning up to squint at her older brother. He looked much older in the uniform of the Haven Rangers, the command star winking brightly on his chest. Tears welled up in both sibling's eyes.
"I'm sorry." Mike managed to choke. He bent and embraced his wounded sister. She hugged him back, trying hard not to cry.