Posted July 23, 2019, 5:45 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Jessica Lemann (General/Family Practice) (Sarah M)
Posted by Lieutenant Anastasia Darren (Psychiatrist) in Main Sim: Psychiatry Suite
Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster/Fate bringer) in Main Sim: Psychiatry Suite
Posted by Lieutenant Anastasia Darren (Psychiatrist) in Main Sim: Psychiatry Suite
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻<snip>
“Lt Darren? I’m Xavier Khauv, are you alright and can you tell me where the intruder went?”
Lt j.g. Khauv
Now that she had had a few moments to process the situation, Ana’s large black eyes were stricken with fear as she dropped the now filled lollipop container on her desk with a dramatic thud. Thankfully, the design of the container had prevented the lollipops from scattering again, but her features turned ashen as it looked like she soon might follow the lollipops down. Trembling, she pointed in the appropriate direction and then sank down into her desk chair, thankfully right behind her, as her knees went to jelly. She hadn’t realized how close she had come to a much less pleasant ending, if the ending could really be called pleasant. She placed her elbows on her desk and held her head in her hands, her medium length hair falling over them as she shook with the after effects of adrenaline.
Lt Darren, Psychiatrist
“Ahh, Lieutenant?” Xavier asked as he looked out the door and down the corridor where she had pointed. He waved the tricorder around for a moment trying to locate the other person, they should be well within range of the tricorder still.
But the tricorder showed no other lifesigns within the proximity of where the person ought to have been.
Ana waited patiently while Xavier did his security-y things, trying desperately to bring her panicked breathing under control and failing miserably at it.
Looking back at the woman, he walked to where she was seated and placed the phaser in it’s holster, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Are you going to be alright Lieutenant? Do you need any help?”
Lt j.g. Xavier Khauv
Ana jumped a foot when Khauv’s hand came to rest on her shoulder. Wide black eyes stared at his hand and then drifted up to Khauv, slowly filling with tears as she tried to process the random intruder. She tried several times to answer him before the words finally came out in a jumble, “he thought I was someone else and he offered me a… massage…” By the tone of her voice, you would have thought he had offered something far more hands on. Folding her arms in front of her on her desk, she sank her head down on top of them and sniffled pitifully.
Lt Darren, Psychiatrist
~Mischief Maker
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