Posted by Civilian Rafael Torres (Resident) in Reaching Out When Instinct Says Not To

Posted by Civilian Rafael Torres (Resident) in Reaching Out When Instinct Says Not To

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Reaching Out When Instinct Says Not To
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It all sounded pretty reasonable, so despite his nerves Raf nodded. “Okay. That sounds doable. I work during the day but I know I can get time off for appointments. I guess this means I want to do this. With my friend…” Raf had to pause. Dash’s death was all over the news having been declared suspicious. It was still making him reel. It was one thing for his old friend to be dead, but quite another for it to be so drastic. “It’s been a lot the last day and, um…” He sighed. “That diplomat that was found dead yesterday? We knew eachother as kids. He helped me get work here so I could start over and…” His hands clenched. “It’s been a lot and it’s everywhere because it’s news, because Dash was a person doing important things.”

Rafael Torres, Resident

Sharah knew all about it, of course. She’d been with Eela earlier in the day. “It is a tragedy, and I am so very sorry for your loss.” His anger and grief hit her hard, but she could cry it out later. “Why don’t you let Mx. Massat know you will be longer than expected. I’ll take you to meet on of the counselors, and you can talk and get some extra support now. You don’t need to wait for an appointment and come back.”

Lt. Cmdr. Fayth, SFCMO

His instinct was to brush it off and say it was fine, but so much was different than before. So Raf nodded. “Okay, that would be good, I think.”

Rafael Torres, Resident

“Aright,” she stood and walked behind the desk that was in the room and tapped on the console and then turned it around. “If you need to contact Mx. Massat. I’ll be right back.” She left the room and went down the hall. She could have done this from the room, but she wanted to give Mr Torres privacy to make any calls he wanted to make. She checked the schedule of who was available. She smiled and nodded. That would be a good fit she thought. She contacted Korczak quickly and explained that she was on her way with Mr Torres and the reasons.

Raf indeed did contact Karilan and let them know what was happening. He also did apologize profusely for not being able to return to work even though he knew Karilan wanted him to get help just as he was doing right now.

She returned a couple of short minutes later. She knocked politely and waited to be admitted. She smiled reassuringly. “If you’ll follow me, we’ll go see Dr Korczak. He’s wonderful.”

Lt. Cmdr. Fayth, SFCMO

Torres would take that assessment under advisement and see for himself, but Dr. Fayth seemed confident about this man so he tried to be optimistic. Not his strong suit, all told. “All right,” he said and followed her through the corridors.

Rafael Torres, Resident

Sharah didn’t say anything as she led him down the corridor and stopped at a door. She pressed the chime and waited.

Lt. Cmdr. Fayth, SFCMO

Bump

Bump

The door to the office slid open. The room had the feel more of an old fashioned den or study than an office. It was lit in a more subdued manner than the rest of the ship by wall mounted lights; and bookcases now lined one wall, filled with copies and originals of many texts on many different subjects and in more than a few languages. The desk was set against the opposite wall facing away from the corner, window to the left of a person seated at the desk and allowing for a large open space in the middle. Here there was a couch and a few chairs, one chair which sat in front of and facing away from the desk. A low table graced the middle of the area, and on it was a small bowl filled with softly glowing crystals. Pictures hung all over the walls, some were even old photographs.

The man seated at the desk was wholly plain looking. So plain looking in fact that he may have been overlooked entirely except for the fact that he wore actual glasses on his face. He was dressed in a Star Fleet uniform, on which Commander pips sat on his collar.

Korczak rose and said “Well hello. Welcome. Do come in.” he said politely. The man’s voice was clear and easy to understand, but his accent was certainly unique… as if two wholly unrelated accents were vying for supremacy, but neither one was dominant.

Korczak, Counselor