Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Messhall- Hangover Cures

Posted by Captain Alexxander Ryley (Chief Medical Officer) in Messhall- Hangover Cures

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Messhall- Hangover Cures
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Shara pondered that for a moment. “I can ask her. She’s pretty clever with encryption, I bet when she gets to her new position and gets settled we could make something work.” But then she frowned and sat back a bit. There wasn’t any guarantee they would even get the chance. Not with this mission. In fact, aside from Micah’s assurance that Faye got a cryptic message and knew the score, she had had no contact with either daughter and it was bugging her more than she had expected. But after finally letting herself be seen and be in the land of the living, could anyone blame her? She sipped from her coffee to cover the longer than necessary pause.

~Shara Calloway, CIO

Ryley watched Shara. “You wanna talk about it?” He asked in a noncommittal sort of way.

Ryley
MD

Calloway shrugged. “It’s been a weird time. And this is my first shipboard assignment since I was stuck in the Delta Quadrant. Back then I wanted nothing more then to get back to my family and friends, only to find most of the m were dead. Now I’m anxious to stay alive long enough to see my family again. This mission is triggering a lot of crap right now,” she all but grumbled.

Commander Calloway, CIO

Ryley sat back, interlocking his fingers while his cane remained hooked in the edge of the table. “So…is it the reacclimatising to ship life, interference from your time in the delta quadrant or other…” he looked meaningfully at her. “Or the irony and worry that this time it’ll be you that’s dead and your family unable to get back to you.” He tilted his head as he watched her.

Ryley
MD

She sipped on her coffee, the warmth against her fingertips allowing her the calm to contemplate. “Sort of the latter. More like it’s the first time in decades I’ve had a family again and people to go home to. And I have PTSD from the whole thing with Faye, so right now, my getting attached to this crew and having my husband on board increases my anxiety. I know I’m symptomatic and Micah is fully aware, so it’s just a matter of muddling through.”

~Shara Calloway, CIO

There was no judgement on the greying doctors face. He ran a hand over his beard however as if it was helping him think. “How are you muddling through exactly? You trying the hippy dully routine or has someone thrown some meds at you yet or what?”

And then either inappropriately timed or giving her time to decide in an answer she wanted to give, who knew?, he got to his feet holding his empty mug. “Hold that thought, I’ll be right back.” And he limped off to get a refill.

Shara had moved her mouth to speak but then simply sipped on her coffee with a smirk.

He was back moments later and slid back into his seat, looking at her expectantly over the rim of the steaming black liquid in the mug. “Go on then.” He drank.

Ryley
MD

Her smirk remained. “I am on medication for the PTSD and it helps most of the time. I asked to have my dose increased when I was on the Manhattan because my symptoms flared then because Faye was in crisis, but I still am having the nightmares and sometimes night terrors. So I’m not sleeping as well and during this mission that…” Her expression shifted into a frown. “I don’t want to make any mistakes because I’m tired or jumpy. That will get people killed.” There was that lingering worry in the back of her head that maybe she was done with Starfleet and someone would force her to retire whether she wanted it or not. She was convinced she still had something left in her but maybe she was kidding herself. If they made it out of this alive, she was going to have to have an honest conversation with herself.

~Shara Calloway, CIO

He listened and watched her intently a moment. “You want me to give you something to help you sleep?” He asked quietly eyes roving her face for some sort of reaction. “Or would some part of you prefer if this was still a starfleet vessel and we still had directives to follow that I declare you medically unfit.”he asked, genuinely interested. Treating her to another tricorder like gaze as if he were trying to work her out.

Ryley
MD