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USS Sentinel

side - sim: Lost in the Dark

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

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Roman looked at Randy and shrugged. The lemon thing was weird but maybe her tastes had just changed? At least she was asking for something to drink. “I will still be by for lunch,” he said, assuming he was working today. If she asked him to though, he would still stay with her.

~ Roman

Rand nodded, “Okay.” She wouldn’t ask him to stay. She was too despondent and self-reproachful to feel she deserved to ask.

Randy returned with her drink. He sat down and let her help some with the reports. Then he left. He had work to do.

Rand left the room knowing Randy would be very angry with her. Roman too if he saw her. She went to sickbay and saw Elbbirt. He walked her back telling her she could have paged him and he would have come to her. She made him promise not to talk to Randy or Roman about their conversation. Elbbirt agreed confused as to why, but if it made her feel better.

“Will you send me home?”

He misunderstood. Rand wasn’t afraid that he would and wanted reassurance, Ra d was asking him to send her home. She sounded so forlorn that Elbbirt had to reach over and pat her hand. “No dear. I won’t send you home. You are doing very well. I know this set back must seem horrible, but it happens.”

“But I can’t do my job. And Randy and Ro.. Cmdr Alden are having to do my work and theirs.”

Elbbirt gave her a very grandfatherly smile. “Rand we are on long term deep space missions. We don’t send officers home when they are injured and are recovering. And you have helped cover more shifts and rotations when others are sick than anyone on board. We don’t mind doing this for you.”

“But…I’m not getting better. I can’t do my duty.” Then she fell into a list of everything that was wrong, but she was speaking Gaelic and Elbbirt didn’t understand.

“Rand, dear, you will get better I promise. We won’t give up on you and send you away. Now, let me have a look at you.” He gave Rand a full physical and promised to check her first thing the next day to reassure her of her progress. Then he left, and the only thing for Rand to do was cry herself to sleep.

Rand

Roman’s morning was busy, like always. He was still behind and there were things that needed dealing with everywhere. He needed to remember, so he set an alarm for lunch. He was grouchy and unapproachable for most of the morning, not because of Rand but because of the time of year, alongside his worrying what to do about the med problem. When the alarm went off, he headed straight up to deck three and into their quarters to look for Rand. “Rand? It’s lunch time.”

~ Roman

Rand looked up where she was on the bed. She didn’t seem to ever be anywhere else lately, unless she was in the bathroom sick. She quickly closed the book she was looking at and shoved into the drawer on the bedside table. Roman could tell from the size and shape it was one of her scrapbooks. The breakfast Randy had brought was untouched except for her drink and maybe a couple pieces of fruit. He didn’t have to come get her. He needed to work for lots of reasons and she hated she was adding to his responsibilities. The least she could so was hurry. She didn’t need to take up a lot of his time. She stood, clasping her hands in front of her, they seemed to be shaking, but she wasn’t sure why and walked over to him. He didn’t have food with him, so maybe he was taking her to the mess?

Rand

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