Martin awoke. That’s all he could say on the matter. The room was a sort of yellowish brown color. On the wall where a few paintings of space stations in Martian orbits. They all had a mission patch in their left corner and a date. On the other wall was a windowwall. Real windows being often to expensive. It was showing the Isdis lakeshore and the newly engineered Mars palm and other plants that had taken to the soils they had managed to get going. There was a few lichens and mosses and ferns growing near the palms, and one or two of the hardened grasses Martin had seen of late. The newer Martibotonists and Geoenginerrs were having a lot of luck with their newer plants. Must be that AI that’s helping them.
Wasn’t I just on the Elysium? Shadow plains? Okonos road I thought. This Windowwall might be showing something other than what is outside. Or I was hurt bad and this is a hospital.
At that thought Martian tried to get up. It didn’t work very well. Pains shot from his side. His ribs were broken. That he was sure of. He also felt pins and needles down his legs. That might be a spinal injury. That’s not good, he thought.
Not wanting to move further to see if he was being monitored by medical equipment or not Martian decided to stay put for now. He did wounder why he didn’t feel the need to go to the loo. It must be days since the Attack. What was it Pirates? Terrorists? An assassination attempt? That’s a very good question. They breed more good questions. Like what he did when he knew. Also where the hell Lou was.
“Hello? Is anyone near?”
His voice was rather pathetic. Like a cats meow. His own cat would be starving by now. Hopefully she would work out how to get something to pass her by. Maybe someone would check in on her.
Another twinge of pain. Another stabbing feeling like fire and ice. Like his skin had been burned and freezeed.
Martin awoke again. It’s was later but how much later exactly he couldn’t tell. It was dark and their was a dark shape near his bed.
“I’m sorry. You had to rest. ”
“Where am I? Who are you? Who did this to me?”
Martin realized he wasn’t in as much pain as before. Like a fog lifting. “How long have I been here?”
“Good questions. But they have to wait. Sir.”
The voice was Lou. He was sitting across from him. “I’m sorry sir. We were attacked. Looked like mercenaries, paid by the Communist loyalists. I’m sorry but I had to make you rest. Your in a private hospital. It’s about two days since the attack.”
“I’m going to recover?”
It was more a statement than a question. Martian was thinking at this stage it’s unlikely he’s going to ever be 100%.
“Yourve got a broken back, left leg, three ribs. Your lucky to be able to feel your feet. They say they might have to do nanotherapy. ” Lou looked deeply concerned.
Martian realized the consequences of this. “I’m going to be out of the race. They won’t vote for a guy stuck in hospital for the next few months. Even if the term is four years. People think of the immediate.”
Lou sighed. “I’m afraid your campaign director has already planned your withdrawal.”
Martian sighed. It was going to be a long recovery. He wounderd what was the next best move. In a few seconds he had his answer.
“Can you get my TeckPad. I might be in a bed, but I’m not taking this lying down.”
After some time Lou returned with a eyepiece and the TeckPad.
“Your going to go independent of the party?”
“You think it’s a bad idea?”
“Sir, I love Mars. I can’t think of a better person to be our president. I’m surprised it took you so long to do this. No matter what the communists are fighting a loosing war. At least now they will give us some decent protection on the trail.”
Martian looked at Lou. He was full of awe. It was going to be a good day after all.