Posted by Lieutenant Nicholas Foster (Chief of Security) in Psychology for the Stubborn
With his medical exam quickly over, Foster pulled out his PaDD and alerted the Counselor’s staff that he was on his way. Nicholas wasn’t particularly fond of having his mind probed by a shrink. Though he wasn’t the type to hold his session to the last minute, he did have concerns that anything that he would say or do could hold him from his duties.

The Security Chief went from the Sickbay, out into the corridor, and then into the turbolift. He hadn’t yet met the Counselor personally but knew enough about them to know they were trustworthy. Once the lift came to a stop, Nick stepped out into the corridor and continued along until we saw the door to the office. Without another thought, he stepped forward and pressed the chime, waiting for a response from inside.

Lieutenant Nicholas Foster
Chief of Security

From inside could be heard a harried, “Yes, come in.”

The doors would slide open to see a woman dressed in civilian clothing wrestling a displeased feline up into a cat tree.

“I’m sorry, somebody did not want to take their medicine this morning. Hello.”

• Sheleah, CNS