It had been a fitful night for Ziggy. A communication from home was waiting for her when she returned to her quarters the night before. Not good news. Her mother was very ill and in hospital as doctors tried to find out why several of her organs were beginning to shut down. The communique was sent by her brother Roland (Rolly). He was aware of Taylor’s condition ( the metal plate in her head) and how stress caused the worst problems because of it. Even so, he had sent the information about their mother, so it was probably time to start thinking about what to do in the event of her death.

Ziggy rose from the bed and felt the familiar pain on the side of her head that wrapped around to the front. “God, I don’t need this today.” Her voice was barely audible. She knew the drill. Quiet, quiet, quiet—and not to move too quickly.

Stepping lightly, she made her way to the replicator. =/\=Coffee, hot, cream and double sugar.=/\= She needed to get caffeine in her bloodstream, and then get down to Sickbay for an injection of pain meds.

—Ziggy

OOC: Anyone is welcome to arrive at the door or comm her from somewhere she might be needed. Just a side sim until the ship is sorted out.