Posted Jan. 26, 2020, 8:45 p.m. by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster/Fate bringer) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Lieutenant Anastasia Darren (Chief of Psychiatry) in Primary Sickbay (Damiselle)- Main Sim
Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster/Fate bringer) in Primary Sickbay (Damiselle)- Main Sim
Posted by Lieutenant Anastasia Darren (Chief of Psychiatry) in Primary Sickbay- Main Sim
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻(snip)
Damiselle, rather confused by all the commotion around them, followed Darren, if reluctantly. As she moved away, she kept eyeing Erika intently.
As she shepherded the cadet into the treatment room, Ana leaned over and pushed the button that closed the door behind them and then darkened any view to the main Sickbay. She moved to lean against the biobed that took up much of the room. “Do you prefer that I administer a medication to help you collect yourself or would you like to engage in a deep breathing exercise?” she queried, her eyes focused on Damiselle.
OOC: Done. :)
IC:
Danielle just shook her head at the same time as she shrugged, tears flowing down her face. “I don’t know,” she said with a wavering voice.It was hard to say if the being portraying the cadet was even able to be given something. While they had shown to be tangible, they were not corporeal in the way that the humanoids that made up most of the crew were.
~Mischief Maker
Ana stared at the mess of a cadet and internally sighed. She reached for a nearby hypospray, but paused as her hand made contact with it as she realized that it may not even be a viable option. Snatching her hand back, she sighed audibly this time and faced Damiselle, resting her hands firmly on the young woman’s shoulders as she mentally reviewed her flowchart for handling a panic attack. “Tell me something you hear, something you smell, something you feel, something you taste, and something you see.”
Darren, CoP
Danielle’s gaze shifted quickly to Darren as if she was surprised. Mouth open for a moment, the being considered the counsellor before inhaling deeply. “I hear your voice, I feel your hands on my shoulders and I can hear my heart thudding in my chest. I can smell, well, nothing really. Just a normal medical space. Clean. And I can taste bile in my throat.” Her eyes widened. “Oh Gods I think I might be sick!” she said, collapsing forward to hug her knees slightly.
“He can’t be dead. I just don’t understand! Maybe she did it, but… why? It makes no sense.”
~Mischief Maker
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