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Fear and Grief

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Fear and Grief

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Fear and Grief

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Fear and Grief
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After his chat with Doctor Kreed, Roman exited Sickbay in his usual rush to get away from there. He checked the lab for Rand, and when he didn’t see her, headed to their quarters, thinking he might find her there. He entered the quarters and sat on the bed.

~ Roman

Rand had left her appointment and after not finding Roman in the lab she went back to their quarters. Roman wasn’t there either, but he was probably working. She sat down at the computer and did what work she could remotely, which wasn’t much. She had hours to sulk before she could do anything useful. She was stuck in these quarters again all because she had a panic attack. She tried to be angry at Scott for telling on her, but she couldn’t. Amelia was being a good friend.

She changed out of her uniform and curled up on the bed. She hadn’t even let Pipkin out. How was she supposed to stay in Star Fleet if she was sent to her room like a naughty child?

She was still in bed when Roman finally got back.

Rand

Roman saw her curled up on the bed and set a hand over her. He was upset, she would be able to tell if she weren’t so upset herself. “It’s only a few days. You’ll be back on full duty in no time.”

~ Roman

Rand sighed, “Yeah.” He didn’t sound good. “What’s wrong?” She sat up. She could pout later. Right now the only useful thing she could do was be there for him. She wouldn’t be able to do that for much longer anyway. She couldn’t serve like this. She rolled over and sat up.

Rand

Roman looked at her and hugged her. “I’m fine.” That was clearly a lie. His eyes were puffy like he’d been crying, though Kreed’s wash cloth trick took care of the redness from crying. “You’ll see. It’ll be a few days and then you’ll be even better than before.”

~ Roman

Rand hugged him back, but knew he was lying. She couldn’t make him tell her. He was probably mad because he had snapped at Kreed because he had been forced to take her to sickbay. She would have gone by herself. He didn’t have to leave the lab for her. He was probably mad about that too. “Thank you for checking on me, but I made it here just fine. I know you have to get back to the lab.”

Rand

He hugged her tighter. “I don’t want to.” He had to, not quite yet, but he did have a few more things that needed doing. Right now though he just wanted to be either alone or with her. He rested his head on her shoulder and sighed.

~ Roman

He didn’t want to? That wasn’t Roman. He loved his work and would rather be among the crew than babysitting her. He said nothing was wrong, but he never put his head on her shoulder like that unless something was. She hugged him and sat with him awhile. Finally, “Do you want me to make you some tea?”

Rand

Roman nodded against her. When he pulled away from her so she could get up, his eyes were moist again like he was going to start crying. He was trying really hard not to, though. He knew she was upset about being put on restricted duty. “Kreed isn’t angry over what I said, by the way. I don’t want you to worry about that.” He had been, but they’d talked it out and Rand didn’t need to know that right now.

~ Roman

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