"Richard Hatch - Battlestar Galactica 3 - Resurrection" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hatch Richard)

children's fairy tale, neither dead nor alive in his glass coffin; but what
would it take to wake him?

Apollo wished he knew.

Starbuck's was the only med-berth still occupied following the battle
with the Chitain; all the rest who had been injured had either healed, orтАж

But there would not be an or for Starbuck. People like Starbuck did not
die, not like this, anyway. He was always beating impossible odds, and
what was more impossible than this?

"What did I get you into now?" Apollo said, softly. There was no
answer, of course, except for the flat, idiot ping of the heart and brain
monitors to which Starbuck was attached. They were impartial; they
didn't care that they were recording the slow, winding down of a human
life.

Apollo was unsure how long Cassiopeia had been standing there, to his
side and slightly behind, but he was glad she was. After a while, she placed
her hand on his shoulder, and, after a while, Apollo placed his hand upon
hers.

"I suppose it would be pointless to tell you to get some rest?" Cassie
asked the commander. It was not so much a question as it was a
statement of fact.

Apollo smiled crookedly. "I might ask you the same thing, Cass," he
said. "How long have you been here, yourself?"

"Oh, no," she said. "That isn't a fair question. I'm here in the capacity
of attending med, whereas youтАж"

Apollo glanced back at her over his shoulder. "We're both here for the
same reason, Cass."

She let her hand fall away from his shoulder. There was nothing Cassie
could do for Starbuck, but perhaps she could still do something for Apollo.
Perhaps she could get him to live again before it was too late. She said, "I
don't have an entire Fleet depending on me." Apollo opened his mouth to
protest, but she pressed on. "There's nothing you can do for him that Dr.
Wilker can't do better."

"I can be his friend," Apollo answered simply. "I can be here for him,
like he was always there for me."

"Cut the felgercarb," she snapped. Apollo could only blink in dumb
response to her outburst. "You're here for Apollo, not Starbuck. You're
here because you feel guilty, you're here because you're the great Adama's
son and you think that means you can fix everything. Well, I'm sorry,