Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in side - sim: What No One Else Sees

Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in side - sim: What No One Else Sees

Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in side - sim: What No One Else Sees
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Helena had finally been released from sickbay. She had the box of pills Grey had given her, in her pocket and she walked down the corridor of B deck to the lift. The lift was on its way up to A deck and the bridge. Helena declined getting on. She’d wait for it to come back. The last thing she needed was for Grey or Marceau to think she was trying to sneak onto the bridge. She glanced down at herself, still in her gym clothes, and smelling like Grey’s muscle salve - not likely. The lift returned and she rode it down one deck and then turned toward the aft section of the ship and made her way slowly down the corridor. She wanted to sleep, but first the hot shower the doctor insisted she remember to take.

Helena

When Marceau heard Helena was no longer in sickbay he was glad to hear it. Just getting off his bridge shift he was headed down to her quarters to find her. Instead, he caught up to her in the corridor. Smiling awkwardly as he slowed his pace to match hers, he said, “Helena… How are you feeling? What did Doctor Grey tell you?”

~ Marceau

Helena didn’t really need to slow for him to catch up. On the off chance the odd, intense doctor was watching her, Helena had no intention of giving her a reason to be annoyed with her. “She said I could come back and take a warm shower and rest.” She sniffed and wrinkled her nose. “I don’t smell it anymore, but I am sure that salve she put all over me is leaving a stink in the corridor.” She grinned, like she found it funny, but she looked tired. Several laps around medical and then walking back, Helena was loathe to admit she was tired. “She said I could report for my next shift if I behave.” When that was, would be determined if Marceau decided to insist in the two days he thought she needed or not. If he had already changed it, then Grey knew she wasn’t scheduled for the next day. She pressed the control and stepped into her room.

She wanted to sit down. She did not want to have to change the bed sheets when that nasty sticky salve got all over it. She leaned against the locker for support and carefully toed her shoes off, trying not to let fatigued muscles make her loose her balance, and then she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up over her head and off. She tossed it toward the basket on the other side of the room, but missed.

Helena

Marceau set his hands on her shoulders and steered her towards the bed. “Sit. Rest. That…” He sniffed, “stuff Doctor Grey gave you doesn’t smell that bad.” It did, it smelled terrible, but Marceau was a doctor too, and he’d smelled much worse things. “Your next shift is in two days. Enjoy your days off.” He gave her a meaningful look. And then his expression shifted and he looked like he wanted to ask something he was afraid to ask, so instead he studied the bed.

~ Marceau