07-21-2013, 12:00 PM
Alvin, for the most part, had acted healthy; though the increased hours of sleeping were definitely a bother, and to top that off, Ishmael had found her sleeping in various rooms as though she'd simply tipped over. After putting her in the med bay, Ishmael started looking for Liam.
Robin began another medical evaluation of the captain while she slept, and again, was nonplussed: None of the symptoms properly matched anything in her database. She ticked through her files a moment, finding different threads to follow, and could only come to a conclusion that worried her. If it wasn't cancer, it could only be genetic; perhaps caused by the radiation her grandmother was exposed to and later her own mother, and possibly exacerbated by the childhood polio. Without actual data on her mother's side of the family, Robin couldn't say for sure, but it was the most likely cause.
Robin sat down in a chair next to Alvin and observed her brain waves, idly counting the peaks and valleys as a way to reset her sensors and settle down whatever it was that set her servos running. She was also waiting for Liam to arrive, as he undoubtedly would.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!