Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Unforeseen Developments - Starting Over

Posted by Lieutenant Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Unforeseen Developments - Starting Over

Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Unforeseen Developments - Starting Over

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Janusz smiled and said “Of course. You took a solid step in asking for assistance. Next we just have to find you some help a little bit closer. But for now… just be, Sharah. Don’t think… just feel. It will be okay. I will talk to you in a few days. Good luck.” and smiled again before the call ended.

Korczak, Counselor

The screen went blank and then the Star Fleet symbol flashed on as a screen saver. Sharah started at it a long time before reaching out to log in. It wasn’t as simple as saying ‘I am off for two days.’ She was the CMO and acting Chief of Staff for Sacred Heart. Two positions that she felt hugely inadequate for. She had to make sure that the duty stations would be covered and someone who had been cleared through CCDA security could take her place. Maybe she could get away with going in for a few hours. Surely if she pulled the notice now, no one would notice.

Don’t be a difficult patient, Sharah. The best thing a doctor could so was set an example. So, despite what she wanted, Sharah made sure the shifts were covered and then logged off, hitting the button to turn the screen black. Yavia wasn’t happy when Sharah commed her to say she wouldn’t meet up with her. Sharah ended the call too quickly for Yavia to argue.

She started at the blank screen for awhile. She wanted sleep. Korczak anted her to just feel, Sharah wanted to be numb. She wasn’t but she couldn’t bring herself to scream and cry and break down like he suggested. She was simply too tired. If she sat in the chair long enough maybe she would sleep. She didn’t. She was supposed to feel her feelings, but what was hers? What was just Sharah? That was always the question. She found her pencils and paper, at first she sat on the couch, reaching for the blanket Markus had always left there because she got cold. It hurt, and she didn’t want to deal with the hurt. She ended up on the floor, papers and sketches strewn about.

It was hours before anything happened. She was hungry, that was good she guessed. She ordered a grilled cheese, her favorite. Out of habit or self torture or something, she called out “Hey, Markus? You” but she didn’t finish. It had been a running joke that they would find the perfect grilled cheese recipe. There was no answer, and there would not be. He left, she was alone, stuck on a planet with millions of strangers, alone in the masses.

She sat on the floor, knees drawn up leaned against a bulkhead, and cried. Wracking sobs that shook her petite frame and stole her breath. She cried for hours. The anguish noticed by the other empaths, drawing Ilena to check on her with no reply. She didn’t want to talk to anyone. When her body was finally to spend to cry more the only thing she had for her efforts was a headache, on top of the normal one. She didn’t feel better at all and she was still exhausted.

By the end of the second day, she didn’t care what Korczak said, she couldn’t stay in that room with empty memories any more. She felt trapped and like she might do something stupid. She didn’t want to hurt herself, just the memories that lived in the room. They were intangible though. She donned a long heavy sweater with a hood, hugged it around herself and ventured out. There was a cart, a block from her building, past security. She could get hot chocolate there before returning.

Fayth

There was a line, of course. There always was. The cart had some of the best fresh-brewed drinks in the city; and it was one of the local secrets that the residents of the city tried to keep from the tourists and transient workers.

A familair voice came from somewhere up in front of her said “Good afternoon, Doctor. Would you care to join me?” The voice was familiar, but the face was obscured by a pair of dark sunglasses and a large brimmed hat. The hair, though… long, straight, and jet-black gave it away.

Governor Hyrushi.

Why had she left her room? It wasn’t that Sharah was hoping to not be noticed, but she had hoped to run her errand with no fuss. Being asked to join the governor counted as fuss. She really wasn’t in the best place to play nice with others either. She wanted less to do with others now than 2 days ago. It also wasn’t like she had taken the time to make herself presentable. The most she could manage at the moment was to keep her own thoughts and emotions locked up very tight. Odd how that worked. She could stop from projecting or being read but couldn’t stop the input. “Good afternoon. Uh…oh, no thank you. I’m fine waiting.” There was a line after all and that would be rude.

The Governor looked at the three people who separated them in line and said “Would you mind if my colleague joined me?” and the three shrugged and nodded. Hyrushi beckoned her forward to his place in the line.

Hyrushi, Gov.

Well now she didn’t have a choice did she? The man had asked them, and who was going to say no to him? So now she would look surely and rude not to accept. The governor got whatever he wanted. She smiled and murmured a quiet thank you from her hood to the three people in line. She made her way to stand next to him, “Thank you.”

Fayth, SFCMO