Posted Sept. 4, 2020, 8:56 a.m. by Lieutenant Luke Wyatt (Chief of Security) (J Ridgley)
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Brig- Late Night
Posted by Lieutenant Luke Wyatt (Chief of Security) in Brig- Late Night
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Brig- Late Night
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Whispered voices again. Voices reaching out to her. False hope. She couldn’t succumb to them!
Then it was like something reached out and plucked her from the carnage. Her eyes slipped open only to be met with dim light and confusion. She expected the red to be everywhere, or maybe to see her tormentor grinning down at her moments before the pain would start again. Trembling, her head snapped in Luke’s direction and in the dim light, she almost cried out, surprised someone was actually there. But the small bit of recognition that allowed her to know it wasn’t was replaced quickly by her most recent companion: shame. Twisting her head away and forcing herself to gaze at the metal bulkhead, Faye wanted to toss some sarcastic comment his way like ‘Come to gloat?’ or something else equally pithy. Instead, her vision blurred and hot tears slipped down her face.
~Faye Calloway, Prisoner
“No” He said drly as he watched her with a face of concern. “I have them too, the night terrors and the cold shakes. I wished someone would wake me up from them” He stepped backed now away from her personal space. “How are you doing?” He asked striking up some small talk.”
- Lieutenant Luke Wyatt
So many things she could have said. So many snarky replies. But instead Faye was too tired, too unsettled, too embarrassed by having her lower moments so blatantly on display that she let silence be their companion for a moment while she tried to figure out how to handle this unexpected situation.
Wiping the tears from her face, Face took in a shaky deep breath and turned back on to her back, bending her knees and bringing her feet flat on the bench. ‘Bed’ still seemed far too loose a term for what it was. “I don’t always get them. Years ago I used to. Every night, for years on end. But eventually it got better. A few years ago they returned with a vengeance, and though I have a handle on it most of the time, well… stress doesn’t help,” she said, all the while her gaze fixed on the ceiling. She could hear the subtle hum of the forcefield that had locked him inside the cell with her and for a brief moment wondered if she should be worried. But no, that was irrational. If she had had cause to worry, she doubted he’d have revealed anything personal about himself.
~Faye Calloway, Prisoner
“I find swimming helps me relax my mind, I haven’t been able to do it much since coming here” He said thoughtfully, “Having spoken to some people on the ship it seems that your actions aren’t normal so I’ve come to the conclusion that whatever your doing is for some kind of higher hidden purpose, which I’m sure one day I’ll find out but I guess I’m here to say that I’m glad you came in peacefully and that perhaps my methods were a little aggressive.” That was for Luke as good as an apology as any.
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