Posted Dec. 3, 2021, 1:44 p.m. by Civilian Evrilla (Chief Medical Officer w/ specialty in Pathology) (Leonora V)
Posted by Civilian Jessa Novar (Child) in When the kids came to Sickbay …When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future
Posted by Civilian Tatyl zh’Chariss (Child) in When the kids came to Sickbay …When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future
Posted by Civilian Jessa Novar (Child) in When the kids came to Sickbay …When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future
Jessa sat in the room looking at the trays piling up in the corner of the room. It took every ounce of restraint not to throw them out into the middle of sickbay. It was not because someone had made her angry of the food was unpalatable. It was because it was just sitting in the room. Jessa had overheard the men at her door joke when the doctor brought in her tray that she was lucky because the nutraloaf was going to make her friends in sickbay wish they were dead the second it hit their stomachs. Jessa knew the Elders were too smart to eat anything these people gave them and if they were not eating, she wouldn’t either. It was still hard though sitting in the room with the food when she had not eaten anything solid in two days.Getting up she paced the room thinking about everything that had transpired over the past few days. So much of what the Elders had promised had come true. They had said the crew of this ship would be hostile and aggressive. Zala Tsu warned Jessa they would end up in the brig but not her. Because of her age, Zala Tsu had said they would isolate Jessa in some form, which they had. Her hand moved up to the small tender area on her neck. Mardusk said it was Zala Tsu. Jessa knew it could not have been. They needed her but every time she replayed the event in her head, it did not make sense. So many things did not make sense right now.
Evrilla was well aware that Jessa wasn’t eating, and more than that, she was well aware of the consequences that could have for her health. Clearly, the only course was a secret plot, with the best spy on the ship… her daughter.
Tatyl slipped inside Jessa’s room, still wearing her backpack from school. Slipping it off and setting it by the door, she met Jessa’s gaze with a wink and a finger over her lips. She bounced over to the older girl’s bed, standing on her tiptoes in an attempt to level the playing field. “I’m Tatyl.” Her greenish hand hung in the air between them as she stared Jessa down, waiting for her to take the offer.
-Tatyl“I’m Jessa,” she looked back and forth at the kid and the people outside the door. Of all the things that had surprised Jessa, the little blue mini-me of the doctor moving around was not one of them. Jessa had had some sporadic contact with the blue-skinned doctor but it was short and fleeting. She assumed it was because the woman was tending to the other person that had been hurt and that Jessa was not her immediate patient. Jessa hoped it wasn’t because the woman did not want to deal with her.
Tatyl beamed at the implied permission.
“You know they might get mad seeing you in here,” Jessa hooked her head at the door. “I’m so glad to meet you but I don’t want to get you into trouble. Are you sure you are allowed to come in here” she smiled. The little girl was several years younger than Jessa but it was nice to talk to someone. Sitting in the room was lonely and she could only sleep so much to pass the time.
“Well… Nooooooo. Nurse Briza didn’t tell me not to, and my amma says I can go anywhere that isn’t explicisiously marked off.” Tatyl’s butchering of ‘explicitly’ only added to the child’s charm.
“Are you going to school,” Jessa pointed at the door. “I like school but hate math.” Jessa wrinkled up her nose and shook her head playfully at Tatyl. The little girl was adorable. She had a bright smile and was so cute when she put her finger over to shush Jessa earlier. Where the little girl came from Jessa had no idea but she was glad she was there.
Jessa
Tatyl giggled joyfully. “I just came from school! I have lotsa fun stuff in my backpack!” Tatyl eyes grew wide, a reaction that would seem exaggerated in an adult, but fit perfectly on her face. “I have colors! Do you wanna color?” She didn’t wait for a response before running to grab her backpack off the ground and upending its contents onto the floor. A PADD clattered against the ground, a coloring book of Mandalas, colored pencils rolling every which way, and something Evrilla had snuck in: Fig bars, still in sealed packaging.
-Tatyl
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