Posted by Lieutenant Achilleas Petrakos (Chief Science Officer) in Side-sim: Trauma Recovery (Open to All)
Achilleas woke up to a dull throbbing sensation that seemed to resonate throughout his entire being. His head felt heavy, as if it were encased in a foggy haze. Confusion knitted his brows as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. All he could see were the sterile, white walls of what appeared to be a medical facility. His gaze shifted, and he realized he was lying on a biobed, surrounded by a plethora of blinking monitors and unfamiliar instruments.

His movements were sluggish, as if his body was moving through water. He tried to sit up, but a wave of pain shot through his head and down his spine, leaving him gasping for breath. He winced, a groan escaping his lips, as he gingerly touched his head, his fingers grazing bandages that covered what felt like a tender wound.

His best friend, Solal. That’s who he had been with, right? He struggled to remember, his thoughts tangled and disjointed. He could recall snippets, flashes of an accident, a blur of movement, and then… nothing. His memories were like fragments of a shattered mirror, distorted and incomplete.

The pain was unrelenting, and he felt a slight pressure on his hand. Turning his gaze, he saw a medical officer standing beside him, concern etched on their features. Their lips moved, but the words were distant, muffled, as if they were coming from underwater. He strained to focus, to understand, but it was a futile effort.

Achilleas felt adrift in a sea of confusion and agony. His mind was a whirlpool of jumbled thoughts, a puzzle missing crucial pieces. He wanted to ask questions, to demand answers, but even forming the words felt like an insurmountable task.

As his eyes drifted shut once more, he was left with a haunting sense of disconnection, of being trapped within his own body. The pain ebbed and flowed like waves crashing against the shore, and amidst the turmoil, he clung to the hope that clarity would eventually emerge from the fog that enveloped him.

CSO Petrakos

She had wanted to come earlier, but there had been nothing she could do but wait. When enough time had passed, Dira excused herself from the bridge and made her way to where Achilleas was recovering. The captain gave a nod to to the staff as she approached, her eyes skimming the biobed readings. “He’s in quite a bit of a pain,” she said simply and moved closer, but unlike the mess with Frigga, she didn’t dare touch him.

Leaning in, Myqian spoke softly in his ear. “You’re safe. Everything is going to be okay.”

Captain Myqian, CO