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USS Sentinel

side - sim: Lost in the Dark

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Lost in the Dark

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Lost in the Dark

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Lost in the Dark
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Rand didn’t sleep well. She didn’t have nightmares, the medication took care of that. But she was restless, and didn’t actually fall asleep like Randy thought she had. Even when Roman came to bed she didn’t sleep for a long while. An ache in her chest and the feeling like she would be sick woke her. She did her best not to wake Roman as she dragged herself out of bed. Once in the bathroom her dinner decided it wouldn’t stay in her stomach.

She sank to the floor, pulling a towel down. She was almost wedged between the cabinet and wall, curled in a fetal position. The night’s events replayed over and over in her head. Each time making the sick feeling worse and worse until she thought she might be sick again. She fell asleep, her sobs muffled by the towel.

She woke sometime later and and used the chair to drag herself up. Her head hurt, her nose was stuffy and she looked like she had been crying. She used a cloth to wash her face and then brushed her teeth. She stumbled around in the dark on her way to get water and bumped into the table and almost knocked a chair over, making a lot of noise.

Rand

Hide in the bathroom and cry

Roman was deeply and most comfortably asleep, enjoying the escape a deep, long sleep could give from his own problems. He did not budge when Rand got up, nor while she was in the bathroom. Even after the few good night’s rest he’d had, his body was still catching up on quality sleep.

The rustling of the table and chairs was loud enough to jolt him out of his sleep with a start, grabbing next to him for Rand in that protective stance of his. Realizing she wasn’t there, he called out, his voice a little groggy, “Miranda…?” He turned and glanced around the room, too tired to see well in the dark. “What’s going on?”

~ Roman

Rand tried to steady the chair but just fumbled it. She made a slightly distressed sound when he said her name. She didn’t want to wake him up. If she was quiet maybe he would go back to sleep. Then he asked her what was going on. She didn’t answer right away. Her throat was tight and she was afraid he would know she had been crying. She had to say something though. “Bha mi dìreach ag iarraidh beagan uisge. (I just wanted some water.)” She tried to edge around the table, slowly, shuffling her feet to keep from running into anything, but bumped the other chair in the process.

Rand

Roman sat up and then slowly stood, steadying himself before moving over to help her. He reached her and hugged her, pressing her to him, and felt wetness against his shirt. “Were you crying?” He asked, concerned, trying to lead her back toward the bed. “Let me get your water.” He thought she was having trouble with her head, and that must be why she was running into everything. So he’d sit her down and get the water for her.

~ Roman

She leaned into him as he hugged her. Oh…she didn’t want to tell him she had been crying because then he would ask why. So she lied…kind of. It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t telling him everything either. “Fhuair mi tinn. Dh’fheuch mi ri glanadh. (I got sick. I tried to clean up.)” She was having trouble withbher head, made worse by the long bout of sobbing, the uncomfortable way she had fallen asleep and then standing up way to fast.

Roman led her back over to the bed. She held onto him, swaying a little against his arm. She sat, wringing her hands in the dark. She should have just stayed in the bathroom then she wouldn’t have tripped into the table. “Cha robh e airson do dhùsgadh. (Didn’t mean to wake you.)”

Rand

She was speaking in Gaelic again, and if she got sick? These were bad signs for her head and really worrying to Roman. He got her a glass of water and gave it to her. “Let me handle cleaning up. You rest and drink that.” Then he went into the bathroom. She’d done a decent job of cleaning up, but while he was in there, he paged Randy and told him about her symptoms.

~ Roman

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