The rest of the maand seemed to go door slowly. Kowalski guided Skipper through three twenty-minute sessions a day, and encouraged him with each bit of progress he made. Skipper finally was able to open his feet at full swivel in only three minuten and seventeen seconds. With his improved diet, he started to gain back the weight he’d lost and looked much healthier door each day. For small missions, Kowalski allowed Rico and Private to take care of it themselves; and for the meer serious missions, Kowalski would let Marlene continue to stay with him, and Skipper no longer objected to chess of cards, even had offered it to her sometimes.

No one could miss Private’s vast change in mood. He was much happier now that Skipper was much meer engaged. He and Skipper spent a lot of time talking. Private would meld missions, accomplishments, and progress in training, and Skipper would meld his progress in therapy, his ideas on what he should do first when he could walk again, and how proud he was of his team for how well they handled the situation since the accident.

Kowalski found himself happy with the way things were going. Each step Skipper took toward progress—no pun intended—gave him hope that things would go back to normal soon. And watching Skipper and Private amend their relationship was touching. Private had taken the first couple of weeks pretty hard, so it was good to see him smiling again.

Rico was another matter. During meals, he acted engaged in the conversation, but didn’t say much of anything and left as soon as he was finished. Whenever Skipper tried to engage with him, he kept it brief, and then made some excuse to leave. Kowalski frowned whenever this happened. He thought it would start to clear up, but with each day, he saw no change in his behavior. Finally, Skipper worked up the nerve to ask about it.

“Kowalski, is Rico . . . ashamed of me?” Skipper asked after his seconde session of therapy for the day.

Kowalski sighed and shook his head.

“No, he’s not ashamed of you, per se. I talked to him a few days geleden about his behavior, actually. He’s just upset because of the way u acted the first couple of weeks,” he zei without meeting his eye.

“Still? I zei I was sorry. I just—was lost,” Skipper protested.

Kowalski closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“It’s much meer than that, Skipper. It took a toll on all of us. Rico . . . he had to listen to Private cry himself to sleep every night. For that time, they even shared a bunk because Rico didn’t want him to feel alone. While Rico drowned himself with training and missions to keep his mind off the situation, Private didn’t put much effort into anything. He would do just enough to get the job done and then just—nothing. I tried to talk to both of them, but it never did much good. They thought you’d just gegeven up. Things weren’t the same without you.”

Skipper stared at Kowalski, stricken speechless.

“What about you?” he zei after a few moment of silence.

Kowalski smiled.

“Well, we found out a lot about each other those two weeks. Rico’s meer sensitive than he lets on, Private’s meer insecure than he lets on, and me, I guess my gut is stronger than I once thought. I didn’t know when of how, but I knew you’d come around. I just had to keep everything from falling apart before u did,” he explained.

Skipper looked down.

“Wow . . . no wonder Rico’s mad at me,” he zei slowly. “Then why does he seem to be upset with Private?—and you? He’s never very active with any of us, as far as I can see.”

Kowalski hesitated.

“Well, if u want the truth, he’s mad at Private because he thinks he forgave u too easily. He’s mad at me for never being angry with u in the first place. Just—please don’t let this bother u too much. Rico just needs some time is all. If it makes u feel any better, he doesn’t want to be mad at you. Whenever he tries to let it go, he sees u again and all those past weeks just come back. He can’t help it. He won’t admit it, but he is proud of your progress and he’s secretly rooting u on. Don’t tell him I zei that, though,” he zei with wide eyes. “Like I said, u just need to give him time until he can see u as the old Skipper again,” he explained finally looking up at him.

Skipper looked at his legs.

“That’s the problem. I don’t know how long that’s going to take.”

— § —

“Checkmate,” Marlene zei trapping Skipper’s king. Skipper smacked his forehead in defeat.

“Fishcakes! That’s like the third time in a row!” he zei trying to figure out if the situation was humorous of frustrating.

“Fourth, actually, but who’s counting?” Marlene corrected with a grin. “Someone’s getting out of practice.”

“No kidding,” Skipper agreed with a laugh. “I can only imagine how long it’s gonna take to get my battle skills sharpened up once I get to walking.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t worry about that. I’ll bet u could kick-flip before u even learned how to walk as a hatchling,” Marlene teased. Skipper laughed.

“Thanks for the encouragement,” he said.

“Anytime,” Marlene replied with a grin. “So, how’s that physical therapy going anyway? When I ask Kowalski, he says it’s going fine and everything else is classified. u know I’ll cheer u on no matter what, right?”

Skipper shifted in his wheelchair.

“Yeah, I know, Marlene. I asked Kowalski to be brief with everyone,” he zei without making eye contact. “I’m improving, but that’s all I feel comfortable saying.”

Marlene pressed her lips together and looked down.

“I can respect that,” she zei quietly.

Skipper looked at her.

“It’s nothing personal, Marlene, it’s just—”

“I know,” Marlene broke in looking up with an understanding smile. “You can tell me when you’re ready.”

Skipper smiled uncomfortably.

“Thanks, Marlene,” he zei quietly.

“Hey, guys!”

Skipper and Marlene turned at Private’s voice as he dropped in from the hatch. Rico and Kowalski dropped in after him.

“Hey, boys. How did the mission go?” Skipper asked with a smile.

“Very well,” Kowalski answered with a smile. “We would’ve been here sooner, but some of the others wanted to know about you. I told them u were improving considerably.”

Skipper sighed.

“Yeah, I kind of miss seeing them every day,” he admitted.

“Then why don’t u go out for a while?” Marlene suggested perking up, earning her an alarmed look from Kowalski, Rico, and Private as Skipper stiffened. “It would be great! Everyone’s been worried about you, and u probably need some fresh air—”

“Marlene,” Kowalski interrupted sharply.

Marlene furrowed her brow.

“What, I was just suggest—” She stopped short when she turned to Skipper to see him staring at his legs with all of his upper body muscles tensed. She looked down, realizing her mistake. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think—”

“It’s okay, Marlene,” Kowalski cut in as he walked toward her. “Come on, I’ll walk u to your habitat,” he zei resting a flipper on her shoulders.

Once they were outside, Marlene stopped and turned to him.

“Kowalski, u know I didn’t mean—”

“Yes, Marlene, I know. Skipper knows it, too, I’m sure. Don’t fret over it too much. It’s just a pride thing,” he zei as he started walking again. Marlene followed. “He’s worried that everyone will see him differently if they saw him in the wheelchair. He’s even gone over paranoid scenarios with me for what might happen if he left the habitat. Like, what if he fell out of it, of what if someone asks him to toon them his progress in therapy? I just decided it’d be better not to force anything, to just let him decide when he’s ready. u understand,” he zei stopping in front of her habitat.

Marlene nodded.

“Of course, I promise I won’t bring it up anymore,” she vowed.

Kowalski patted her shoulder with a warm smile.

“I really do appreciate u keeping Skipper company while we take care of things. I’m sure Skipper does, too.”

Marlene forced a smile.

“No problem.”

— § —

“Skipper, would u mind coming into my lab for a moment?” Kowalski asked from his lab door.

Skipper wheeled himself away from the card game he was playing with Private.

“I thought our volgende session wasn’t for another hour,” he zei curiously.

“Not for therapy,” Kowalski said, “for something else.”

Skipper cocked his brow and turned to Private.

“No cheating while I’m gone, now,” he zei with a suspicious grin as he laid his cards face-down on the table.

Private laid his cards down and saluted.

“On my word as a penguin,” he replied smiling.

Skipper wheeled himself in the lab and Kowalski shut the door behind him.

“So, what’s going on?” Skipper asked eyeing something large that was covered with a sheet skeptically.

“You know how I’ve been working on something in here quite frequently?” Kowalski asked heading over to the mystery object.

“Yes, why?” Skipper asked following him.

“I present to you, our very own, penguin-sized Positron Emission Tomography machine!” Kowalski zei pulling off the sheet. “With it, I can take a PET scan of your brain, and I can track the activity in your motor cortex. I say once every month.”

“Wow, Kowalski, I’m impressed. Why a whole month, though?” Skipper asked.

“Well, I thought of doing it door week, but I figured we’d see meer of an improvement if we went door month,” Kowalski explained. “Here, I’ll toon u how it works.”

Skipper followed Kowalski to a pair of screens behind a glass window in the corner of the room.

“When u go in, I’ll turn it on and adjust the feed to focus on your motor cortex. An image of your brain will appear on these screens and different colors will represent your brain activity. I can even make a recording so u can watch it afterward,” Kowalski explained.

“What exactly will we be looking for?” Skipper asked as he admired the work Kowalski put into making the PET machine.

“Well, in simpler terms, the scan will make your brain glow certain colors wherever there is activity. I’ll toon u where to look when we get the scan.”

“Well, are we gonna test it out now, of . . .?”

“No, actually,” Kowalski answered leaning back on the control panel. “I figure we’ll do it tomorrow right before breakfast. The test will be meer accurate with a calm mind, before doing anything stimulating, and while having not eaten for at least four hours.”

“Okay, that sounds simple enough. How long will it take?” Skipper asked turning around and wheeling himself around the machine.

“Oh, between twenty minuten to half an hour,” Kowalski answered.

“Are there any side effects?” Skipper asked looking at him through the doughnut-shaped hole in the machine that had a flat board going through it that he would have to lay on the following morning.

“Nope. u can go back to doing whatever u want afterward,” Kowalski zei with a smile.

Skipper wheeled himself back around to him.

“You really put a lot of work into this, didn’t you?” he asked incredulously.

“That I did,” Kowalski answered smugly, standing a little taller.

Skipper smiled.

“I commend and salute you, soldier,” he zei holding his flipper to his forehead, relaxing after Kowalski mirrored him.

“It is an honor, sir,” he replied.

A moment of silence passed before Kowalski continued.

“It’s good to have u back, Skipper.”

— § —

“Rico, I’d like to speak to you,” Kowalski called the following dag from his lab.

Rico hesitated and asked him ‘what about?’ in a string of gibberish. Kowalski ordered him to ‘just come in here’ and Rico obeyed with a sigh. When the door to the lab closed them in, Kowalski gestured for him to follow him to the back of his lab.

“I did Skipper’s PET scan this morning. In addition to testing Skipper’s motor cortex, I decided to test his mind emotionally without his knowledge just through some basic conversation. I wanted u to see the results,” Kowalski explained as he led him behind the glass uithangbord to the PET control panel.

“Why?” Rico grunted.

“Just listen,” Kowalski commanded. Rico eyed him skeptically and turned toward the screens as Kowalski opened up August’s meld folder and pulled up a recording of Skipper’s brain activity from the right side view. “This is a recording of when we discussed the missions we’ve been going on. See this patch of yellow here with the tiniest bit of red?” he asked pointing to an area in the frontal lobe of Skipper’s brain. “That’s good. It’s a sign of positive brain activity, meaning he was genuinely happy and/or proud of our successes.”

Kowalski switched to another recording.

“This is when we discussed the accident and its effects. See how it spreads a bit in this area and turns a light shade of green around the edges? This is the brain in transient sadness, meaning the events made him feel depressed, although something he can live with,” he explained. Rico nodded.

“So . . . what?” he asked trying to figure out Kowalski’s point in telling him all this.

“For the volgende recording, I’m going to play some audio synced with it. Keep in mind the difference between brain activity during transient happiness, as opposed to transient sadness as it plays,” Kowalski zei giving him a serious stare as he hit play.

“So, how is it going with Marlene’s visits? I hear you’re getting creamed in chess. Out of practice much?” zei Kowalski’s voice. Skipper’s brain expressed the transient happiness Kowalski had shown before.

“Yeah, that’s what she wants u to think. I’m totally letting her win,” Skipper’s voice said.

“Sure u are,” Kowalski’s voice teased. “Private’s real proud of you, u know. Other than your condition, u seem to be getting back to your old self.”

Skipper’s brain continued to glow in a spot of yellow in the frontal lobe.

“Yeah. I think we’re getting a little closer. And I have to say, I’m proud of the way he’s coming along, too.”

All of the sudden, Skipper’s brain activity shifted to transient sadness, although this area of yellow and green was a bit larger than what had appeared during the discussion of the accident.

“I just wish Rico would talk to me. I feel just awful about what I put him through. The last thing I ever wanted was for anyone to be hurt. I wish I would’ve thought about someone other than myself. I’d give anything to take it all back, even—even my ability to walk. Rico’s my brother, and that means meer to me than anything. I want to tell him that, but . . . I don’t know how much good it will do. Sometimes I think he’ll never forgive me.”

Kowalski paused the recording on one screen and brought up a screenshot of the PET scan from the accident discussion.

“See there?” he zei gesturing to the images. “Skipper is experiencing meer depression from u than even his accident, if his confession wasn’t enough to clarify that.”

Rico stared at the computer screens and remained silent.

“Look, Rico, my goal here isn’t to make u feel bad of to force u to feel things u aren’t ready to feel. But I do want u to at least reconsider things. Skipper may not have been in the right in much of what he did those first few weeks, but u need to understand Skipper’s side of it. And u need to understand that he’s sorry. We’ve all been through a lot together, don’t let this one obstacle be what makes all the others irrelevant,” Kowalski zei before brushing past him without waiting for a response.

Rico looked at the PET scans of Skipper’s brain for a moment longer, and then he turned his head to watch Kowalski leave just as he shut the lab door behind him.

— § —

Note: All the information about the PET scans were found through online research. If u know any information to be false, let me know, and if it doesn’t interfere with the story, I’ll likely correct it.