"I think so," Zelda admitted, flashing a guilty, stricken look at Alfred. Keeping away from the Voyager was going to be tremendously difficult for him, and she still felt as if it was her fault. If she was better, maybe things would be done by now - but she was not sure that was possible. Now she really had to fix the Voyager.

Zelda sighed again at his brother's question, although it was more of an exhausted noise than a frustrated one. "They're keeping him here for a few days, I think," she said, "Miss Bones - that's the healer - would know more. I think it depends a bit on how well his lungs do." Her fingers, on Alfred's hand, pressed harder down. There was certainly an option where Alfred's lungs got worse, although at least if that happened at the hospital it - would not be nearly as bad.

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