a NS-story for your enjoyment :)
This story was written by my wife, who is also a NS-player. I hope you like it, and I'm sure she would be glad if you commented it, so she can improve future stories, if you like this one.
EDIT: I edited the story, so it wasn't all in one post, I hope that makes reading it easier.
I still have trouble falling asleep at night, even though it has been several months. I don't know what was worse: The fact that I lost everything and everyone I ever cared about or the fact that I slept through it all.
It all started when the water purification facility began acting all funny. Although we did have reserves, it was still quite unsettling. It takes forever to get spare parts all the way to Tiphra and the engineers couldn't seem to find the cause of the malfunction. Instead of clean water, the facility pumped out a putrid greenish and offensively smelling liquid, and our clean reserves were quickly rationed. No more long hot showers. No more showers at all in fact.
It was just about then, I began to feel kind of ill. I am usually never sick, so I just thought it was the lack of proper bathing, that made me feel all worn. But soon I began to feel dizzy as well and I decided to check in with the doctor.
The doctor (or Dawg, as he was usually called) wasn't really a doctor as much as he was a biologist. He was on the station to study the indigenous flora and fauna on Tiphra-5, but there wasn't much to look at. Tiphra-5 was mostly just rock except for a large lake a few miles from the colony, where Dawg found different kinds of bacteria and amoeba. Now and then he would find a new species and be all excited about it for a week or two, but mostly he just functioned as doctor, therapist and sometimes even priest to the lot of us. He always knew what to say, and I think that he is probably the one I miss the most.
Dawg told me that I had caught a good old-fashioned cold, and that I should rest. Normally he would have prescribed a potful of hot tea with just a hint of rum, but considering our water situation, he advised me to just skip the tea and go for a couple of shots of rum instead. So I got myself a bottle of the good stuff from the mess hall (doctor's orders, what's a guy to do?) and before long I was soundly asleep.