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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Minor Emotional Blow-Up</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 6-21-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80621.2255<br> | |||
Scene: Perimeter Camp One<br> | |||
MD: 4.2050<br> | |||
Post #41<br> | |||
Krysa had been in the medical tent helping out with her minimal medical | |||
knowledge. She had been there and watched Ens. Serra begin convulsing only | |||
to die horribly. She hadn't known that she didn't handle death well, not | |||
until it had been forced upon her on this mission. Unable to stand to | |||
watch the suffering of the CSciO she backed out of the tent. | |||
His delirious cries echoed out of the tent for what seemed to Krysa to | |||
last forever until finally coming to a sudden stop. The silence was almost | |||
deafening. Krysa braced herself and stepped into the tent only to be met | |||
by Dr. T'Del's cold, "He's dead." | |||
"I'll inform Cmdr. Maril," she said moving quickly from the tent. | |||
MD: 4.2130 | |||
Krysa left the command tent after having told the XO about Ens. Serra. The | |||
commander had suggested she lay down and get some sleep. She just wasn't | |||
sure how to go about it. When she was alone with only her own thoughts to | |||
keep her company, she found a lot of unpleasantness that she didn't want | |||
to face. | |||
She had gotten used to hearing Kavan send her little loving thoughts | |||
throughout the day when they were apart. She had gotten used to | |||
automatically 'listening' for him as she went about her duties and | |||
activities. Now it was so... quiet. | |||
Rather then heading for bed right away, she headed to where the perimeter | |||
scanners were set up. Perhaps if she took a shift watching the | |||
scanners... | |||
Davidson was on duty, but Krysa noticed right away that he wasn't looking | |||
very good. The same glassy stare was coming over him that she had seen on | |||
several of the patients in the med tent. | |||
"Mr. Davidson, I think you should go to the medical building. You don't | |||
look very good," she said. | |||
"I'm on duty, sir. I will not desert my post," the man sputtered. | |||
"I'll take over for you," she said, "That's an order." | |||
He nodded and got up from the console and began to walk. He staggered two | |||
steps before collapsing. Krysa signaled for someone else to take the | |||
scanner and then hoisted Davidson up to help him to the medical tent. | |||
"Do you need help?" asked the small woman who took the scanner. Krysa | |||
frowned. | |||
"No, you stay here. I don't think you could get him there any faster then | |||
I could. And we need that manned at all times." | |||
"I'm sorry, Lt. I'm so... sorry," Davidson began to mumble. | |||
"There's nothing for you to be sorry for," she could tell that he was | |||
already becoming delirious from the fever that she felt radiating off his | |||
body as she helped him. | |||
"It's my fault. I should have helped him...." | |||
"Who?" she asked, not paying much attention to him as she struggled to | |||
walk. It wasn't an easy task. As they approached the medical tent, a | |||
security guard spotted them and ran to help her get him into the medical | |||
tent. | |||
"If I'd have helped him... he wouldn't be dead... I'm sorry." Now the man | |||
was sobbing loudly. The got him to a cot as Dr. T'Del hurried over with | |||
her tricorder. | |||
"Lt., you need to got to bed," said the Vulcan without even a second look | |||
at the Ops officer. | |||
"I can't," Krysa said faintly. | |||
"Have the nurse give you a sedative to take, you need your sleep," when | |||
Krysa hesitated, T'Del turned to look at her. "That's a medical order, | |||
Lt." | |||
Krysa nodded and turned to find the nurse. Davidson on the cot, began | |||
screaming, "No! No! Lt. Jenn... Please... please, forgive me..." He fell | |||
silent as the hiss of T'Del's hypospray was heard. Krysa turned to look at | |||
him again, trying to figure out what he was talking about. | |||
She shrugged lightly as the man was sedated now. She heard a voice behind | |||
her, "It's not entirely his fault, you know." | |||
She looked and saw Couprie laying on his side on a cot not far away. "What | |||
is he talking about?" she asked. | |||
"He thinks it's his fault your husband is dead," Couprie looked pale, but | |||
seemed to be handling the virus much better then Davidson. | |||
Krysa narrowed her eyes, and began shaking her head, she didn't want to | |||
hear any of this right now. | |||
"I'm sure a lot of it is the virus talking..." Couprie shrugged, "but we | |||
all knew that Kavan wasn't Starfleet. He wasn't trained for an attack like | |||
that. We should have helped him, instead of leaving him to get hit." | |||
Krysa continued shaking her head. "I'm..." she began to back away, "I'm | |||
not ready to hear this... please," she turned and quickly headed over to | |||
the nurse, before he could say anything else. | |||
"Excuse me," she said, trying to keep the shake out of her voice, "Dr. | |||
T'Del said to get something to help me sleep." | |||
The nurse nodded, "Just a moment, Lt." | |||
"No! Not in a moment, now!" Krysa screamed, just wanting to get away from | |||
the medical tent. The stress of her experience with the kidnappers and | |||
their drugs, along with Kavan's death and the pressure to find a cure were | |||
finally beginning to take a toll on the young woman. The nurse looked up | |||
startled and Krysa noticed several other staff looking at her. She was | |||
immediately sorry for her outburst. She turned apologetic eyes back to the | |||
nurse, "Please," she said softly regaining her composure. | |||
The nurse moved quickly to a cabinet and pulled out a couple small | |||
tablets. She handed them to Lt. Jenn, "These will help." | |||
"Thank you... I'm... I'm sorry," she quickly fled the tent, needed to get | |||
out of there. She continued walking until she found a water dispenser. | |||
Then she quickly took the pills and headed to her tent to get some sleep. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Just a little blow up... she'll be fine... probably <EG> Now | |||
depending on how strong these pills are she could be out for a while :) | |||
Kristen | |||