Krill didn't need a lunch hour, but the practice was standard for all employees at his hospital, barring there was some sort of emergency, Many of the people he worked with chose to eat in the cafeteria where they had plenty of options to choose from, weather it be a salad bar or a a number of chain restaurants.

Krill on the other hand preferred the quiet atmosphere of his office, which he could now admit was a shameless museum dedicated to his time and adventures with the humans. pictures lined the walls, all of him in various places meeting various people. The shelves that housed his medical textbooks also sported a myriad of souvenirs, but his favorite collectable pieces were all the different puzzles he had been gifted over the years.

He could put on some sllow, rhythmless music in the background and just relax.

And if he wasn't busy, Riss would often joint him during thai lunch hour, coming to meet Krill from his office down the hallway, and usually he would bring with him a hypothetical scenario or topic about which they could argue shamelessly. Riss was already waiting for him, primed with a thermos of tea, and an expression krill recognized as someone gearing up for war.

However, he would never find out what Riss's chosen topic was, as, at that moment, the door to his office burst open.

At this point he wasn't even surprised to see who it was.

He was even less surprised to find that Adam had gone and disobeyed his direct instructions. The man was panting and leaning against the doorway fit to burst, by all rights he should have still been on bedrest gearing up to physical activity through weeks of gentle PT, but here he was panting and sweating like a man who had just run several miles at a dead sprint, missing his armor, and from what Krill could see, wasn't even operating the SE exoskeleton.

Adam must have sensed his outrage, but clearly didn't care in the slightest holding up a hand to stop krill in his tracks.

"Krill, its Sunny....."

Adam didn't have to hear the rest of the sentence to understand the loaded meaning behind those words. He stood abruptly, and so did Riss , the latter immediately pressing the call button, "Can I have someone bring a wheelchair to Dr. Krill's office please."

Krill made brief eye contact with Riss and thanked him before turning to Adam, "Where is she?"

"She's almost here, I-"

"Ran ahead." even as he spoke, krill could hear the sound of a nearby orderly making their way up the hall, as punctual as any one of krill's employees ever was, and stopped behind Adam with the wheelchair.

Adam turned to look, "I don't think she needs one, she'll be-"

The orderly shook his head, "This is for you, sir."

Adam frowned and turned to look at Krill, "But I."

"Sit in the damn chair. I will take care of Sunny, so this means I am going to have to leave you for the time being, and judging by the look of you, you've already overdone it, so sit down and shut up."

To his pleasure, Adam didn't protest, hesitating just for a moment as he took a step back and sat down in the waiting chair. He reached down to the wheels, ready to take over from the orderly, but the man didn't budge. He knew his boss as well as anyone in the hospital did, and at this moment, Adam was going to have to rest weather he felt like it or not.

Krill on the other hand neatly wrangled his concern and scuttled out of the doorway.

The orderly followed with Adam in tow as they headed down towards the lobby. Krill might have appeared calm on the outside, but at this point everyone should have been aware he was just a functioning ball of anxiety and rage. Were it not for his focus on Sunny, he would have been eager to stand there and throw things at Adam.

They met her halfway down the hall.

Krill was surprised to find that she was on two feet, and looking no worse for ware. She had a few cuts on her exposed skin, but otherwise there was no sign of real trauma, however the look in her eyes was enough to read.

This wasn't about her.

"Right this way." He ordered, and she didn't argue with him as he led her off down the hallway and into an exam room. Adam hesitated at the door, but Sunny, calmly took over from the orderly and pushed him inside.

Krill had already pulled up her medical file before she had time to sit.

It must have been an odd image for someone like Adam, seeing a Drev sitting neatly on an exam table while another alien half the size of the first presided over the room, but f there was any humor or irony in the scene, he did not bother to point it out.

Adam the goofball was gone, and even Adam the concerned husband had now faded.

Adam the Admiral sat straightacked in his chair eyes focused on Krill.

Krill might have said it was almost Creepy how much the man changed from moment to moment. In some ways, he almost seemed to subtly shapeshift. Adam the Amiral was taller, significantly older, with perfect posture, a raised chin,and a face that matched his prematurely white hair.

Cearly a coping mechanism, and something Riss would have been interested to observe were he here.

Krill turned his attention to Sunny, whose agitation was far more subtle, visible only in her mild regression towards more Drevlike behavior. In times of agitation she grew quieter, more calm, much more like the sunny she had been when she first joined the crew.

Riss might have said it was an artifact of trauma. When Sunny didn't feel safe she had to close herself off, become more quiet, and more stern, which was probably the best way to respond to poor treatment from her mother. In some ways it probably wasn't healthy, but in other ways it made her an ideal patient.

"Tell me."

"We went to see Noctis, the visit didn't go as planned, we were attacked, it was very very hot. There was this, creature, it grabbed me around the middle and squeezed hard, and all of that happened during a fight. I'm not sure if I am just making things up but something feels wrong."

Nothing about that sentence was good, sure there were times that people overreacted. Expectant mothers could be prone to worrying, but krill never ignored someone who felt that something might be wrong. In fact, and impending sense of doom can be a signal of heart attack, so why couldn't feelings of concern indicate other health conditions? Hopefully it was nothing, but there was always the chance....

"How hard would you say it squeezed you?' he asked moving quickly to check her vitals.

"Hard enough I found it difficult to breathe."

"How much of that was due to the hot air."

She shrugged, "At least some I suppose. "I can't be sure,"

"Do you feel any pain, or discomfort?" Sunny paused and shook her head, "I don't think so.... I just feel.... weird ."

Still that wasn't encouraging.

He finished taking her vitals, and then had her lay down, Hands back and above her head. Krill turned back to the computer and turned on their imaging equipment, which dropped it's way down from the ceiling and stopped over where Sunny lay. Krill booted up the machine and walked over, gripping the imager by a handle and pulling it closer examining the nearby imaging screen as he moved.

"The imager was capable of giving a real time representation of what was going on inside someone's body, without motion blur or artifact to ruin what was being seen. It was a piece of technology he had acquired from his own home planet when the revolution ended the Vrul council.

It was one of his favorite acquisitions.

The scanner was capable of penetration scans that could be calibrated to almost any distance within reason. If you wanted only a single centimeter slice at a specific location, you would get it, and if you wanted a larger picture, you could get that too. Krill went for a side angle at a few inches eager to see any and all damage that might have been done to the womb or fetuses.

The image resolved itself rapidly, the computer applying color to a false image. The interior was bathed in orange light, the color of Drev flesh when filled with blood. Human flesh might have been called pink or even red, but that was only due to the presence of iron in the blood. In this case drev innards tended towards various shades of orange or yellow.

And beyond that there were the the fetuses.

Two of them curled into tight balls, unlike the surrounding walls, they hovered somewhere in the orange pink spectrum, still not fully developed enough to have grown carapace . At least one of them was distinctly more Drev than human, already showing signs of the elongated skull.

Both had heartbeats.

He continued to observe, "The good news is I can see two heartbeats."'

Adam took a deep breath that was audible around the room.

Sunny did the same.

Krill frowned as he watched the screen, "however, I may be detecting mild signs of fetal distress."

What relief there was soon vanished.

Sunny shifted, and Adam looked between the two of them, "What does that mean?"

Krill would have answered, but it was Sunny who stepped in to explain, "Fetal distress means a higher likelihood of preterm labor, low birth rate..... Fetal death and.... Spontanious miscarriage."

Adam went silent, and so did Sunny.

Krill held up a hand.

"Now before anyone here starts to panic, I will inform you that the signs I am seeing are borderline, and I don't think, life threatening, but, and I say this with all the respect and love I have for the two of you, stop..... Fucking.... getting .... Into.... Trouble. Right now, the both of you absolutely need rest." he jammed a finger at Sunny, "And you need oxygen. If we move o this now we can treat before thins become dire."

He jammed a finger at Adam, "And YOU, I told you, your body was not ready for this, and here I learn that ou ended up in a combat scenario. Completely unacceptable. I am admitting you both overnight, and I will not be taking arguments.

***

Adam waited until Krill was out of the picture to make his move.

It was dark, and silent on the ward, a relatively slow week for the hospital. Sunny lay curled on her left side chest rising and falling as oxygen was provided through, a drev made cannula, right to the breathing holes at the base of her neck. Adam waited for krill to step out before throwing his covers off and slipping across to where Sunny lay.

"You shouldn't be up,"She said

Despite the bed not nearly being big enough for the both of them, he somehow managed to squeeze himself in next to her wrapping one arm around her waist Generally speaking he spent most of his time as the little spoon for logistical purposes, but not tonight

"They'll be alright."

He seemed so sure, which was unlike him. With Adam his energy, and anxiety usually went hand in hand. But tonight it was Sunny's turn. Her family already had a history of difficult pregnancy and viable offspring, so despite his comforting words, she still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling building up deep within her chest.