Posted by Lieutenant Todd Nyman (Chief Counselor) in [DIPINC] The Medical Suite
Loughty and Saoir were directed to the medical suite. It would be a while before Nyman returned from helping Kerax in the main medical bay. There was still no direct mention of any promise to reunite them with their remaining crew members.

The room was designed to be a private treatment area for officers, and to accommodate long–term recovery. It was rather comfortable, with a warmer color palette brought out more by the calm, steady lighting. Blankets, changes of clothes, and even a few snacks and sweets remained out and accessible. It seemed like a time capsule of how the ship must have been before.

[OOC: You can add more stuff here in between if you would like.]

Todd came in, not even attempting to shift back into a human form before unceremoniously tossing himself onto one of the beds in exhaustion.

“I’m sorry, Commander,” he said, with a heavy sigh, “About my appearance, I mean. There are certain procedures that are easier to do in this form. That, and it could be considered rude to remain… you know. She is recovering well, though.”

|Lt. Nyman, Chief Counselor|

Oliver watched as Todd, in his non-human form, settled onto the bed. The weariness etched in his features, even through the strange appearance, mirrored Oliver’s own sense of exhaustion. This room, with its old comforts and hints of a different era, made him feel as though he were in another world—a preserved relic amidst the chaos outside.

He glanced around the space, taking in the details, a fleeting reminder of the stability he’d once taken for granted on the Leviathan. The blankets neatly folded, the colors warmer than most medical facilities, and the small comforts lying around felt almost surreal. He wondered briefly how long it had been since this room had last been used for rest rather than recovery. Even Todd’s presence—familiar yet odd in his current form—felt oddly grounding.

“Don’t worry about the appearance,” he said softly, giving a tired smile. “Right now, I’ll take what I can get, and I’m just grateful for the updates.” He hesitated, debating whether to press for information about the rest of the crew, but chose to let it lie for the moment. They were in a strange, precarious position, and pressing too hard, he knew, could push them over an unseen edge.

Looking back at Todd, he asked, “So, she’s stable? I know I’m not the one to say this, but it sounds like you’ve done a lot for her already. Thank you.”

Commander Oliver Loughty
Executive Officer
USS Leviathan