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Faye's Quarters- Check-up

Posted Feb. 16, 2021, 7:18 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

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Faye’s Quarters- Check-up

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Faye’s Quarters- Check-up
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“No. It was a mind dump, that stupid thing that used to happen because of what the Romulans did. It hadn’t happened since I got here, and it feels like it was making up for lost time,” Faye said. There was a lot she wanted to say to Jasmine, but she wasn’t sure if now was a good time or even if Jas wanted to talk about it at all. It was the realization that she still didn’t know her friend very well at all. If they were even still friends. Too much was at odds on the ship just now for it to be explained so she had no idea what Wynter knew or didn’t.

~Faye Calloway

Jasmine nodded and looked at the results. “So there is some damage to the amygdala. It seems to be inflamed for lack of a better term but based on the rest of the scans and from what we know about the amygdala there is probably not any more damage that will be permanent. The meds you are on to help level out your moods can be adjusted if needed. The residual traces from the panic attack will go away. If you want I can give you a sedative to help you relax and possibly relieve some of the base symptoms.” Pulling out a tricorder she adjusted the settings and set it on the table.

“Wouldn’t be a terrible idea for later,” Faye said wearily.

“I have a mild analgesic here if you want it. It is programmed for timed doses so you can’t go wrong. Just put it on your arm and press this button. If it is not time the matching won’t deliver the meds.” The home hypo was nothing new. Since medicine got rid of things like pills and liquids for the most part people were familiar with stuff like this. Faye did take daily meds so she would know exactly what to do. Gathering up her gear, Jasmine stood up. “Need anything else,” she asked in a professional tone.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

Need, want. What was the line? Jasmine seemed in no mood to be chit-chatty, and her head really didn’t want to just now either, but it was.. weird to just leave it at that. What did she need? All Faye could think about was Leroy recovering from his own terrible ordeal and her eyes welled with tears. She needed a lot of things: for Leroy to recover well, to know she was free and clear to live her life, , to know she could move about this ship without fear, to know just once that the rug wasn’t going to be pulled out from beneath her feet just as she got steady agin. She needed a lot of things. None of them were medical. Faye inhaled deeply and exhaled audibly. “Nothing a doctor can fix,” she said, unsure what else to say.

The chasm between them was so wide that Faye felt it was an impossible task to bridge it. She wanted to bridge it, but she didn’t know how. Faye thought back to their conversation in the botany lab where Jasmine had talked about how friendship worked. This thing between them now felt different than how she had described fights. This wasn’t a fight. And she didn’t know how to reconcile it. “Jas… for what it’s worth, I’m not guilty. I’ve committed no crime, and Cochrane can attest to that.” There. Something. A way in, perhaps, or maybe Wynter would just walk out and that was that. Who knew at this point.

~Faye Calloway

“I don’t care what Cochrane can attest to.” Jasmine looked at Faye and let out a sigh. “I am sorry whatever it was that happened to you but,” her voice trailed off. “You know the problem Faye,” Jasmine’s expression was not mad or angry or even condescending. It was an expression of someone who pitied another. “You want me to say how it will be better to make you feel better that all will be forgiven because whatever the issue was is now resolved. On some level it will be,” she shrugged it off.

Lt. JasmineWynterCMO

Ouch! And this time it wasn’t just her head that hurt. She was sure in Jasmine’s mind she was being perfectly reasonable under the circumstances, but reality and one’s own thought space were so often vastly different things, as Faye well knew. In this moment all Faye could think about was the promise Vector had made to her about the cold dark place she would suffer in and how that was likely the exact circumstance Leroy had been existing in. She didn’t use the word live because as she knew all too well that wasn’t being alive. Mindful of her headache, Faye pushed herself to a sitting position and grabbed the hypo, and finding the right place on her neck injected the analgesic. She couldn’t deal with the situation if her head was further muddled by pain.

A moment later, Faye finally looked at Jasmine, deep hurt etched into her features. “Resolved? There’s nothing resolved. Everything is in such a tenuous balance that it could all come crashing down in a moment’s notice. But I get that you don’t have that information and from your perspective you have the moral high ground here. If I could go back and make a different decision, maybe I might have, but then we wouldn’t have saved someone who otherwise would probably now be dead. Because here’s the thing you’re missing Jasmine. This isn’t about you, or me. There were a lot more lives at stake than ours, or anyone on this ship. The situation required drastic action and that’s what we did. I wasn’t alone in all of this. Don’t you get it?! I don’t want you to tell me it’s going to be okay. For one, you couldn’t even guarantee that. What I want is for you to just once in all of this give me the damn benefit of the doubt, the way friends are supposed to. I’m sorry I’ve disappointed you, but I also don’t have to accept your crap, so if that’s all you have to offer, please take it elsewhere.”

~Faye Calloway

Jasmine was ready to walk out and let sleeping dogs lie but Faye had to push the point. “And maybe you should take one second to look it past your point of view.” Jasmine’s voice wasn’t harsh or mean. It was deadly serious, however. “You had your say now listen to mine. Everyone on this ship has some huge pivotal situation that is about to change the balance of power or change a life. You are not special. Hell, do you really think for one second that last month when Jack dropped a paring knife , which conveniently was lodged in his upper thigh, it was because he tried to cook Celina breakfast? Or the time he came in with his shoulder dislocated and his ribs broken because the swing dance class he was taking to surprise Celina got a bit more…oh what did he call it…animated?” Jasmine paused and gave Faye a look showing she was not as dumb as she sounded. “How about when Celina came in with a bruised larynx from the shore leave accident after a faulty zip line snapped hitting her in the throat? What about last month when Max was walking around with two black eyes from a broken nose that I really got in a lucky punch during sparing?” Her tone now was getting sharper. Pacing the room Jasmine only felt sorry for Faye. Not because of whatever the woman went through but more that Faye was so focused on what was going to happen to her she ignored the repercussions to the people around her.

“Everyone has secrets. Everyone has orders that came from the old man or someone above the old man or hell even a cousin adjacent relationship to the old man. The point is when does it stop becoming about orders and start becoming about people. When you do think about a repercussion to anyone in this instead of how it is going to affect you or someone you care about?” Jasmine was livid although her tone was firm and her volume never raising. Faye was too center focused on her point of view of the situation to see it from anyone else’s so maybe Jasmine could help her.

As the CMO Jasmine had a lot of information about the crew. Starfleet’s medical regulations did not permit her to share this knowledge but that did not mean Faye knew it either. “Jack has an aneurysm. If he had hit his head even falling over in a sparring match it could have killed him. Your little stunt, even if it was sanctioned by Cochrane and Creed, could have cost him his life if he had fallen wrong when you stunned him. Then what,” Jasmine snapped at her. Everything she said was a lie. Jack was in the prime of his life without an ache or pain but the point was Faye had no idea. Part of Jasmine wondered if the woman would have ever cared if it was true or would she have pressed on because that stunt was a means to her end. “Maybe you would have cried and begged for an apology from Celina or maybe would you have just brooded and slinked off in the shadows again. What if someone had killed you when you were playing gopher holes in the Jefferies tubes because the entire crew thought you just tried to kill the command staff. That person would have to live with what they did later knowing you were innocent and they should have reacted differently.”

Jasmine’s eyes narrowed at Faye as she talked. “All you were and are focused on was clearing your name and damn the people left in the wake of your path. Careers ruined, families broken up, people going to prison… you are going to say you considered all this and that is my issue with you right now. You made that decision for them not with them. I would walk through fire before I sacrificed someone. You charge into the fire and expect everyone to accept whatever risks you think are the means to the end.”

She paused on her speech for the briefest moment as she looked at Faye sitting on the couch. Nothing she was going to say to Faye would change the woman’s mind. She was too caught up in how this was going to affect her. “You can save me the reply about saving the world or how I don’t know everything. What I need to know I know. You put your needs and the needs that you hold dear before everyone else as you threw the needs of all those I dear out the airlock with both hands. Don’t expect me to pull out a box of kleenex and feel sorry for you after the fact.”

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO


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