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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Indulgence==
===by Brian V. Mansur===
SD 2261.052
Scene: Officer's Quarter's, USS HOOD
Sean lay in bed motionless. A drained bottle lay on his night stand.
Half-drunk, he still could not sleep. It was 0220 and all he could do was
think. Pondering. Imagining.
What were those last moments like for her?
As the air was sucked out of the sky was she even conscious at the end?
Or did some great piece of the planet crush her before asphyxiation set in?
Did she fall from some height to her death? Or did the gravity pull her along
the ground while she screamed?
Was she screaming for someone? For him? For her parents? For anyone?
For God?
"Sean you stupid bastard," he breathed quietly.
Slowly Sean opened his eyes. He stared at the cold ceiling. She'd never have
been there on Vulcan if .... She was supposed to have been with him. What
would it have taken to save her? To keep here from leaving? A different tone
of voice? A different attitude? A few more constructive choices? A few less
arguments engaged? A few more minutes with her? A few more considerate words?
A few more morsels of worthless pride eaten?
"My God what have I done?"
What had he done? What had *she* done? Two tangoed. Not one alone.
They had been so sick of each other when she had finally left. The pair were so
stubborn in their own way. Neither gave ground. Each was right, but each of
them lost in the end. Her more than he. He more than her. She was dead. He
was left behind to endure a purgatory of his own making. And he hated this
pathetic self-pitying man he had become. But what else did he deserve? When
you've cut your soul out with a knife, where will you find a physician who can
put it back into place?
Now would have been the perfect for moment for someone, anyone to call him.
Give him something to do. Something to keep him busy. Something to get him off
this boring track of inward loathing. Others had done worse. Why did he have
to feel this way? Nero had bombed the planet, not him.
Sure.
It wasn't your fault.
Just keep telling yourself that.
Whatever.
Just 3 hours till the alarm. Then you can get up and do personal hygiene. Have
a nice shave. Hit the weights and treadmill. Shower the sweat off. Maybe some
of the guilt will come off to.
0225. Not much longer to wait.
"Stupid bastard," he repeated.
NRPG: Sean is nearing the bottom and will be getting some help soon.
Respectfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1701
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