When M’Mera and Elyss parted after their shopping day on the star base, the science officer was already aware of a migraine brewing behind her eyes. She’d been seeing the prodromal aura in her left eye for the last fifteen minutes, which meant pain was about to drop on her like an anvil. Hoping to catch it before it incapacatated her, she stopped by her quarters in order to drop off her purchases and then had every intention of heading to medical.

Just as she lay her packages down on the bed, excruciating pain engulfed the left side of her head. Too late–Elyss thought as she, too, sat down hard. She was always surprised at how fast her migraines manifested sometimes. Her current one was a doozy. After taking a few deep breaths, Elyss found her feet and headed out of her quarters. Time to get to medical before the vomiting started.

A few moments later, the doors to sickbay swooshed open and Zavey entered, one hand to her head and eyes mostly closed. “Help me—please—migraine…”

Lieutenant Junior Grade Elyss Zavey
Junior Science Officer USS Merrimack