Four days. It had been four days and Sharah really didn’t want to have this conversation. She felt more despondent than she had before. Which was all the more reason to not avoid it. She knew it was a process and she had to just let it happen. She felt like she hadn’t had time to process, and she knew that was her fault. Yes the hospital was busy, but she kept her word and never stayed past her shift (a magnificent feat considering she was a doctor). She didn’t allow herself to process, she didn’t want to. Avoiding it wasn’t healthy. It was painful, but healing was never easy. She didn’t particularly like herself for avoiding it. There were a lot of things she didn’t like about herself. There were times her thoughts turned very dark and staying away from her quarters helped. It didn’t matter if she was around people or alone, just so long as she wasn’t here.

Here, her quarters, is where she needed to be at the moment. It ensured she wouldn’t be interrupted and had privacy. The Star Fleet symbol rotated around and around as the connection was made and then secured.

Fayth, SFCMO