Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Leah Hart (Nurse Practitioner/Counseling) in Checking in with Medical

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Zaril Dovek (Communications Officer) in Checking in with Medical

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Leah Hart (Nurse Practitioner/Counseling) in Checking in with Medical
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Kreed went to the med dispenser and loaded a hypospray. He handed it to Dovek and said “Emergency suppressant. It is more powerful than a maintenance dose. This will make you slightly nauseated and give you a headache; but it will stop any effects on others should you find yourself in a compromised emotional state. With that, you are now cleared for duty, Lieutenant. Welcome aboard.”

Kreed, CMO
Zaril gave a small nod, “I look forward to working with you” he said then looked to Heart, “lead the way” he said smiling

Lieutenant Junior Grade Zaril Dovek
Communication Officer U.S.S Sentinel

Leah gave Kreed a small smile and moved off. She led Zaril through Sickbay and out into the corridor. “The ship really isn’t set up for sessions, but we’ve made it work.” She led him a short ways to a door that had previously been to a storage room. Hart entered in her code and the door slipped open. The lights flicked on, casting light at 80% normal, feeling more relaxing than the full bright light would have been in such a small space.

He followed her down the halls not really wanting to have the hard conversations he was going to have to have with her in the next few minutes. His spirit sunk but he managed to keep the calm projection up masking what was really going on. “I’m sure it will be fine, so long as we can talk in private. ” he noted, watching her, she carried herself well.

She didn’t have room for much but there were soft armchairs in a dark green that were set at a ninety degree to each other and before a small and low wood table. Leah had affixed a cloth to the wall with magnetic hangers and the fabric depicted a window overlooking a simple green field on a sunny day.

Opposite the chairs and next to the door was an art piece made of mosaic tiles that had a variety of patterns. They were arranged in a gradient of colour to evoke a tree.

“Have a seat, Zaril, and make yourself at home. I’d offer you something to drink but alas that’s harder here,” she said with a grin as she sat in one of the chairs.

” Thank you Lieutenant, this space is more than adequate, you have made it feel, safe and inviting” he said as he slid down into the seat. “As to the beverage, I’m ok thank you.”

She crossed one leg over her opposite knee and rested her arms on the sides of the chair. “So, I think it’s really important that we establish any expectations and boundaries. This isn’t about rules or anything, but about what you need out of these sessions, what you’re hoping to get out of the time we spend together.” Her voice was calm and soothing, with just that slight hint of her Spanish accent.

~Leah Hart, NP

He thought about it, he wanted to not feel so alone all the time, the only person who understood him, was gone. “Other than the Starfleet requirements I mentioned earlier, I’m dealing with a lot of grief right now which is very difficult becauses I have to do it alone.” he said looking down, the mood in the room shifted from calm to very sad and alone. “When I think or talk about it to much” he stopped, catching himself and restoring the calm atmosphere.

Leah nodded slowly, her gaze warm and attentive.

He did not know if he could trust her yet and talk about what had really occurred on the Lexington, or that starfleet covered it up because they needed his linguistic skills and felt it was an isolated incident. He was not sure it was. “My expectations, I don’t know that I know entirely”

Lieutenant Junior Grade Zaril Dovek
Communication Officer U.S.S Sentinel

“That’s okay. Sometimes we need to take a moment to really figure that out. But perhaps we can come at it from a different angle. “If you could have any outcome out of these sessions, what would you want? In a similar vein, what is it do you think you need most in order to be here talking about your struggles.” She could tell he was holding back the depth of pain he was in and that was expected under the circumstances. She intended to find a middle ground that wouldn’t make him uncomfortable opening up and still have her be able to help him dig deeper so that he might find some healing and peace.

~Leah Hart, NP

He looked at her she was nice. It was hard to explain to someone who did not feel the way he did. The way deltans do. “I want to grieve , and I do but im always alone, no one can grieve with me, if I were to open completely, and grieve the way I need to. You would be in a ball on the floor” he said plainly. She could feel the sorrow starting to fill her, deep deep regreat and guilt began so tingle her emotional state. “Im just so lonely” he said. She started to feel that too. The feeling of being present around many and being in an empty black space. He looked up realizing that he was sinking, he pulled himself together.. “sorry”

Lieutenant Junior Grade Zaril Dovek
Communication Officer U.S.S Sentinel