Posted by Lieutenant Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) in Brig, Day 2- Disentanglement
Posted by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) in Brig, Day 2- Disentanglement
Everything snapped into focus and Faye tracked Rollo with her eyes. Nothing had changed since her mother had left. Her coffee had gone cool and the toast still rested on the floor where it had fallen. It was fine- she wasn’t hungry anyway. The bench felt cool, and instinctively Faye reached down underneath where the blanket and pillow were. She drew the blanket around her shoulders to fend off the impending shiver. Did she look as bad as she felt? She knew that her inability to sleep would show itself clearly on her face, but the rest? Did Rollo already know?
~Faye Calloway, Prisoner
Pretha nodded. “Of course. I’ll make sure your request is noted. And I’ll be sure that nothing goes beyond these walls unless you or Ms Calloway take it there.” She smiled and released the shield to let Zef into the cell, closing it once more behind her as she settled back on her stool. She could see them on the monitor because of the video outside the room, but the sound had been cut. And the only reason the remaining cameras were on were for the recorded safety of Faye, and Rollo, if something occurred. But the camera was at an awkward angle and would only view the few feet across the front of the security field. Once beyond that, the occasional feet of someone pacing may be seen, but that was all.
OOC: I apologize. I’ve been dealing with my mom in the ICU this week, undergoing several procedures.
Zef stepped into the cell, not sure what she would see. Cmdr Calloway had made it sound like Faye was extremely fragile right now. The woman who sat on the cot looked a lot different than the one who’d sat across from her in her office not too long ago.
“Hi, Faye. Your mom asked me to see you, but honestly I’ve been wondering why you didn’t call for me, yourself, when all this started. I’ve had the Lt turn off all cameras and recording devices in the cell. If we keep our voices on the softer side…the other instruments out there…” She nodded a head to the rest of the security bay. “They won’t pick up anything.”
Coming closer, the counselor took stock of her patient. The woman needed sleep and some nourishment. (OOC: I am assuming one of us pulled the chair into the cell.) She pulled the chair over to within 18 inches of Faye’s knees and sat down. “I’m here to help in any way I can. I told you I would have your back if you gave me the opportunity, and everything is confidential between us. So, don’t worry about sharing because its covered under doctor/patient privilege.”
Words flowed and it was talking Faye an extra amount of time to parse them. But they made sense, so she gave a small nod.
She wanted to ease into talking, so she started with physical needs. “You need to eat something and you need sleep. I can ask the doctor to administer something for both if you’d like. Also, what about a shower?”
Her eyes drifted to the half a piece of toast on the floor. It had been more than she thought she’d manage. “I had some toast,” she said quietly. “And coffee.” Her lungs expanded, filling fully with air before she allowed a careful exhale. Faye turned her head to gaze at Zef. “No time for sleep. The captain said to get squared away before…” She blinked slowly. Breathe Faye, she reminded herself. “He’ll be here soon and then one way or another it will all be over. But… a shower would be nice,” she added with a small nod. Having been denied the dignity of her uniform, it would be nice to appear a bit more put together than the woman who hadn’t slept and had been crawling through jefferies tubes at sometimes a breakneck speed. Her right knee still hurt, but the bruise was just that and could largely be ignored.
~Faye Calloway, Prisoner
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