Posted by Staff Sergeant Philip Hewson-Williams (Security Officer / RTF) in Counseling Suite - Phil’s Boarding Evaluation

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Morella Allan (Nurse) in Counseling Suite - Phil’s Boarding Evaluation

Posted by Staff Sergeant Philip Hewson-Williams (Security Officer / RTF) in Counseling Suite - Phil’s Boarding Evaluation
OOC: I can see from the roster we don’t have CNS at the moment, but if someone would like to jump in and play one for Phil’s evaluation, please feel free.

IC: The last place that Phil needed to check in before being signed off for duty was also his least favourite. When Phil married Steven, Counsellors had always asked him if their marriage would interfere with their duties. Since losing Steven he was always being asked about how he felt about it. The uncomfortable truth was that Steven, like Phil, had known the risks of being a marine and would have wanted Phil to move on.

In his mind he could see how the conversation ahead of him would play out…

-Phil

The counseling suite on the USS Leviathan was one of considerable size. Morella Allan considered it the largest and most well-equipped department of its type that she had ever encountered onboard a Starfleet vessel. In fact, on more than a few occasions the young nurse had found herself wondering why a response vessel like the Leviathan would have such an array of psychological and wellness resources on hand. It was almost as if mental trauma was all-but-guaranteed in the ARU flagship’s crew…

Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the staff. Or, not since they last left the starbase, at least. Over the past few weeks most of the counseling team had seen themselves reassigned to other vessels. The head of counseling services herself notwithstanding. Which is why a young nurse with barely little more than an academy elective in trauma management and a passing interest in meditation was now pulling double shifts as a temporary CNS.

Still, the office was nice. And it was a welcome respite from the chaos of the Leviathan’s medical wings. So as the door chime twittered to signal her next appointment, the raven-haired woman shook off her own exhaustion and adopted her best and most welcoming smile as she called out “Please, enter.”

• Nurse Morella (Temporary CNS)

The door parted and Phil marched into the room in a manor that experienced fleet personnel would recognise as typical marine fashion. There was no visible sign of what the man entering was thinking or feeling.

Phil halted and remained stood at attention.

“Staff-Sergeant Philip Hewson-Williams. Reporting for my boarding evaluation,” he said crisply and firmly.

-Phil

“At ease, Sergeant,” Morella smiled. “I’m no drill instructor. In truth, I’m not exactly a counselor either. Or, not a fully qualified one.” She offered the man an apologetic shrug. “But, staffing issues and all that…”

The room remained as Morella had found it, all personal accoutrements belonging to the previous CNS now removed, only plain white furniture and plain white walls left in the wake. It had an unfortunately clinical atmosphere. But the sofa and chairs were comfortable and the replicator nice to have on hand. So it was in this direction that the nurse decided to head, musing as she went, “I need a coffee. Can I get you anything to drink, Sergeant Hewson-Williams? Or would you mind if I called you Philip?”

• Nurse Morella