Sickbay- Making Amends

Posted Jan. 15, 2020, 11:03 p.m. by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) (Kate O'Neill)

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay- Making Amends

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Sickbay- Making Amends

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay- Making Amends

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Sickbay- Making Amends


“My mom?” Faye said, frowning slightly. She pondered and tried to sort through what she knew was true about the woman and what she probably had assumed in more recent years.

“Rebellious. Strong-willed. Defiant, but with a strong sense of justice. She liked simple things and seemed to like a quiet life, but if you got between her and someone she loved, oh boy, watch out. She wasn’t afraid of throwing a punch to defend herself,” she said, grinning slightly. “But she sometimes got this strange far away look, like she was elsewhere entirely. Some days I felt like she had settled for a life on Tracken, and had wanted something more. ” Calloway shrugged. “She loved me, and my Dad. I know that much. When she disappeared, I watched the sky for signs of a ship heading for the surface hoping it would be her. But she never came and then the Dominion came. Bad trade off if I do say so myself.”

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“My mom’s biggest issue is getting into her own head. When I was about fifteen I realized I could never let a message she sent me go unread. I tried one time. I was out with my friends camping. When the first one came through, it was simple. It was how is it going, Jasmine. When I didn’t answer it moved to are you okay. It was late and I decided I would go to bed and call her in the morning. When I woke up there was 37 messages and 52 missed calls. It started as panic and then turned into a fight he basically had with herself reading and replying to her own texts she sent me. I kept them so if they ever question her sanity I can show the counselor,” Jasmine found the screen and turned it to show Faye.

=/\=Jasmine I know you are busy but you don’t have to ignore me =/\= 2215 hours
=/\=Fine if that is how it is I am fine with it. If you are hurt or in the hospital text me in the morning =/\= 2225 hours
=/\=Because I am going to be up all night. Just so you know =/\= 2229 hours
=/\= So this is how we are going to do it. I am not going to text again =/\= 2240 hours
=/\=Oh look your sister replied and she said you are fine so this is how we are going to do it. =/\= 2301 hours
=/\=I am going to bed. Don’t bother texting back =/\= 2315 hours
=/\= Good night =/\= 2322 hours
=/\= Sleep well =/\= 2337 hours
=/\= Just let the dog out. I see you are not reading these so I am not going to bother texting =./\= 0110 hours
=/\= Mom I went to bed. What are you doing? 37 messages and 52 missed calls? =/\= 0732 hours from Jasmine’s communicator
=/\=Just making coffee. How was your night=/\= 0732 hours

Jasmine pulled the communicator back. “I learned it is best to just stop and text her no matter what I am doing that night,” she laughed. “Mom’s do things we don’t understand but in the end we still love them because there is nothing else we can do. Even if they are bat snot crazy at times.”

Lt Jasmine Wynter CMO

Faye went wide-eyed. “Bloody hell. That is crazy,” she said, breaking into a slight grin. “I take it back. I’ll take the missing mom because then I can make up whatever I like from here on out.” She shook her head and leaned back. “My mom might have been a dreamer and sometimes distant but my dad he was the one…” She paused, catching herself. She rarely spoke her her father, except to explain how he died. “He loved the process of figuring things out and he taught me to love the natural world. We spent hours together practicing skills. I never minded when he traded a shovel and bow ad arrow for a phaser rifle under the knowledge that I needed to learn to defend myself, even at the age of twelve. I trusted him,” she said softly.

“What about your father?” Faye asked.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“He was the normal one in the family and as long as you fed him at five, let him watch Trivodey every night, and didn’t do anything to make my mom tell him he had to deal with me or my sister you never knew he was around,” Jasmine rolled her eyes. “Pretty much like any guy or a baby. Food, naps, and clean clothes and they are happy as larks. So he was a scientist,” Jasmine asked assuming the process of figuring things out and reference to the natural world had to mean a career like biology or ecology maybe.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO


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