Posted Jan. 22, 2021, 10:50 p.m. by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) (Kate O'Neill)
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Faye’s Quarters- Check-up
OOC: This takes place immediately after the Good New/Bad News thread where Cochrane tells Faye her handler is alive.
IC:
“I can get there myself,” Faye said wryly.“Uh huh. Keep walking,” Shara said as she followed her daughter into her quarters.
Faye immediately moved to the couch and flopped down on it, drawing one of the pillows under her head and closed her eyes.
“Wouldn’t your bed be more comfortable?”
“Too far to move to everything else. Less effort here,” Faye said tiredly.
“How’s your head?” the elder Calloway asked as she hunted for the blanket she had spied earlier in her brief time here.
“It hurts.”
“Someone should be by soon,” Shara said, draping the blanket over her daughter. Then she grabbed a glass of water and set it on the coffee table and lowered the lights to one-quarter. Dim, but not dark. “I’ll be back soon, alright?” She was loathe to leave her in case of another episode. With a murmur from Faye, Shara stepped out.
Meanwhile in Sickbay, the ensign who had responded to the emergency call in the ready room returned and hunted out Wynter. He passed on the notes and scans which showed the Faye (inexplicably no longer in the brig) had some sort of intense memory episode that made her unable to function. Her brain had lit up like a Christmas tree with intense sensory memories that the doctor was rather baffled by. It had caused a huge spike in blood pressure and heart rate that the doctor was concerned about should it happen again. Her initial neurological responses immediately after were good (despite intense fatigue), but would need to rechecked soon.
The doctor didn’t have access to the restricted portions of Faye’s file, but the episode would correspond to what was known as a ‘mind-dump’, a suddenly involuntary surfacing of large amounts of information from Faye’s memory. It was a consequence of the experiments the Tal Shiar conducted while she was a prisoner.
~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist
Jasmine felt more and more irritated the longer it took her to get to Calloway’s quarters. House calls were not uncommon on the Manhattan but they typically were favors she and the other medical staff did to help a patient out. Visiting a sick child so the parents didn’t have to drag them out of bed, someone suffering from the flu so that the didn’t have to lug a puke bucket up and down the halls, or occasionally to deal with a delicate intimate issue that arose when you were nothing more than a floating Noah’s ark.
Standing in front of Faye’s quarters, Jasmine let out a deep breath. She had been in Starfleet long enough to know that whatever was going on with Faye was special: Namely some seedy back ally mission intelligence would stamp as classified to wipe her wrongs away with a flick of the wrist. Intelligence was always the reason some things got smoothed over and ignored as if it never happened. Reaching up Jasmine palmed the controls on the door and waited for someone to grant her access.
Lt Jasmine Wynter CMO
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