It had been a week. Dradvia saw Tessan daily. The crew was too small not to, and she worked with him. He had ordered her to decide what she wanted out of therapy. She’d worried herself sick over trying to figure that out. Nevertheless, she did her best to come up with something that would be of benefit to herself.

At 1600 she pressed the chime in Tessan’s office for her next appointment. At the end of her last appointment she had been glad that at least he hadn’t asked her to come up with a holodeck program to use. She had one now that she really liked. His office was just as good, more neutral and professional which was reassuring for her.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer