Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Three More Days

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Three More Days

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Three More Days
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A what? No, no, no. NOT happening. Not ever, this guy was high as the sun if he thought Roman was doing that. But before he could argue, the doctor had moved on and Roman was left sitting on the biobed in shock. Then he exited sickbay in a hurry, waving for Rand to follow him.

~ Roman

Rand was still sitting in the chair waiting for him. When he came out, he was in a hurry. That didn’t surprise Rand, so she got up and hurried after him. She would have gone back there with him, but he hadn’t asked and she was too shy to just follow. She wanted to ask him if he had his clearance back. If he finished his physical and what he thought about the new doctor. He looked very upset though, and so she didn’t say anything.

Rand

Roman ushered her into his CSO office and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He looked like he wanted to say something but he was struggling to phrase it or get the words out.

~ Roman

Rand sat down on the other chair and waited. It wasn’t like Roman to have a lack of ability to speak. Something had happened with the doctor. So she just waited.

Rand

Roman’s mind flipped back and forth between the telespace psych eval and the pacemaker. Why had he thrown that in right at the end? Roman couldn’t tell Rand about that. She would worry too much. That simplified things without taking any of the pressure off him. “The new CMO wants me to do a psych eval, within the next three days.” He looked, almost desperately, at Rand, “Isn’t there some way… I mean… that I could… not do that?”

~ Roman

A psych evaluation? Rand hid her relief. Ever since Randy left she had been worried about what Roman would do. The new CMO wasn’t messing around. Rand used the pause to appear as if she was thinking. “If he gave it as a direct order? No. The rules and protocol are quite clear. When it comes to the physical and mental well being of the crew, the CMO has and is expected to give orders to ensure such. They have the authority to remove anyone from duty based on health or physical unfitness. You could appeal to Star Fleet Medical Command, but that would take weeks and if he has given you 72 hours, we will be relieved of duty for a long time.” She took a breath. They both knew he wouldn’t win the appeal. “It’s just an evaluation. Just talking. You can do that.”

Rand

Roman’s face fell. No, no he could not do that. “He’s put me on anxiety meds and I have this-” he reached into his pocket and tossed her the new rescue hypo, loaded and dosed for him for an anti anxiety mild sedative. Rand would be familiar, it was for panic attacks. He looked at her and shook his head. “I don’t want to do this.”

~ Roman

Rand looked at it and nodded. “Anxiety goes hand in hand with PTSD. I know you don’t want to hear that. You didn’t like when Randy told you, but…” that’s the way it was. “Ròmanach, chan fheum thu a dhèanamh, ach tha an roghainn eile a ‘fàgail Star Fleet … agus mise. (Roman, you don’t have to do it, but the alternative is leaving Star Fleet … and me.)”

Rand

Roman moved his chair by hers and then hugged her. “I can’t do that. You know I can’t leave you.” His breaths were shaky but controlled, his heart rate slightly elevated but within range. Kreed’s anti anxiety dose in action.

~ Roman

“I don’t know what rules Lt Kreed set down for you, but I will be there if you want. But I can’t talk for you. I can rearrange your schedule so you have the whole day free. Then you can do whatever after it is over.” She hugged him, “I don’t want you to leave. So we will get through this. Just like everything else.” He needed help and it looked like Kreed was capable of making sure Roman got it.

Rand