"Kusati?, Kusati?, its over. The skin grafts and surgery are completed, you've been in the recovery room for a couple of days now. You're stable, you're free to go back to you're quarters. We've got you off the duty roster for a couple more days so you can recouperate and for the new skin to feel normal again"
"Ok."
"Up you get then, you're quite lucky you know." said the man as he helped Kusati out of the bed.
Kusati struggled to get dresses as he was still in some pain. He walked through the doors of the medical room and limped to his quarters.
He set down on his bed, and realised that he was going to need more clothes, he looked around and the room was back to normal, "quick cleaners" he thought. All the other bunks were taken, "looks like the others have arrived then."
He lay back and drifted into a troubled sleep, filled with images of his dead father and burning rooms.