Posted by Civilian Jal’na of House Duroc (Head of Physical Therapy - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Eela’s Apartment- Tipping Points

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Eela’s Apartment- Tipping Points

(snip)

“No, stand still.” She took her hands and helped her up. “You don’t want to bend over and lose your balance on the slick floor.” She hurried into the other room where she knew Eela left her shoes and came back and knelt down holding the shoes still for her. “Use my shoulders if you must.”

Of course that was the reasonable path forward, but her thoughts kept twisting. Picking up the flowers gave her somewhere to focus, something to go. Eela placed her hand on the Klingon’s shoulder and slipped one foot into her flats, then the other, feeling all that core work they had been doing actually being useful.

She stood, “I am going to move you out of this mess.” Jal’na was a lot stronger than she appeared, even for a Klingon. Not anywhere near the surprise that was her mate, but Jal’na lifted patients and held their weight many times. It was necessity. She put an arm on the woman’s waist away from the damage in her back and basically lifted and swung her slightly, a foot or so away from the glass and water. “Herb, will you please,” she pointed at the glass shards.

Having braced her arm on Jal’na’s shoulders, the motion was smooth and Eela felt her feet touch ground again, touch safety. Or what was left of it in this moment.

Jal’na walked Eela into the living area and then sat her down. Out of her bag came. PAdD, tricorder, and dermal regeneator. She took pictures of the marks, scanned the mark for damage and let the tricorder take a DNA sample. Then she healed it.

Jal’na

CCDA

Eela pulled her arm away from the dermal regenerator. ” No,” she said quietly. “Leave it.” She gazed down at the pressure point from his thumb and stared at it. Perhaps it wasn’t reasonable, but in the next hours as the reality of the situation settled on her, she would need that vivid reminder so that she wasn’t lulled into apologizing for him, into letting him off the hook. But hadn’t she already done that?

Jal’na nodded and put the device away. She understood, it would heal on its own, anyway. If that was what Eela needed then she would have it.

Pushing herself to her feet without her brace (she didn’t wear it immediately before physio), she moved to the full height windows that looked over her patio, and then began to pace.

After a moment she stopped at looked at Jal’na, panic settling over her body. Her chest felt tight. “I can’t stay here right now. The energy…” she whispered. For an empath it lingered and he had tainted what was supposed to be her sanctuary. It felt suffocating within these walls. “I don’t feel safe in here right now.” But there weren’t a lot of places she could go. Kenzo’s was an option and she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to let her be there. He also knew a tiny bit of the complicated end to her marriage. But he didn’t know the full of it. No one did. Sharah was closer to it when she had revealed those thoughts that dogged her and she couldn’t make sense of. “I need to go somewhere else. Kenzo’s maybe. Or Shara’s is safe but I don’t even know if she’s working and for all I know she’s out right now, and I don’t want to invade her space.” She was rambling, but it was either that or silence. There didn’t seem to be room for middle ground right now. Or at least very little of it.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

Jal’na stood and walked over to her, “Alright. Come.” She led her into the physio room where they put the brace on and then Jal’na led her into her room, “Pack a bag for a few days.” She stepped into the hall. “Herb have the car pulled to the side entrance. Get one of the Lt Gov’s guards to go with us. We are leaving.” They always used an unmarked car when Jal’na had appointments so that her position didn’t draw attention to her patients.

It was strange. There were moments, like pulling her arm away where she needed the autonomy over her situation, but then she also needed someone to just tell her what to do, lead about like a child because her mind was struggling to make decisions. With the brace providing the reassuring contact she was at least standing upright, though she was having a hard time looking up. Everything in her body felt heavy. But she moved about her large master suite, tossing items into her well worn duffle. It was dark blue with the Federation emblem emblazoned on one side. It was the same one she had carted about with the Diplomatic Corps, her go-bag. It was the same one she had been packing the night Cory told her not to come back if she left.

As if her thoughts summoned her, and they did, Sharah’s pressence was felt like a gentle hug. ‘Come you are always welcome.‘

Then Jal’na’s comm beeped and she answered it. How Dr Fayth knew she didn’t speculate. She looked at Herb. “We are going to Major General Tenkiller’s home. Then call the embassy tell only Lord Duroc. I am fine but my patient is not and why. We will return later when she is secure.” He slammed a fist to his chest and exited the room. She stepped back into the bedroom. “Ready? Let us leave this place. Dr Fayth is expecting us but if you do not wish to go there I will take you to the embassy.”

Jal’na, Lady Duroc

Eela looked at Jal’na and took an extra moment to process before she nodded. “Let’s go see Sharah,” she said quietly as she tucked her earpiece and comm device into the side pocket of her bag out of habit. It was always with her these days.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.