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Posted June 1, 2022, 12:19 a.m. by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) (Geoff Joosten)

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The woman smiled weakly then took the tricorder and started the scan of her belligerent husband. As was previously reported he was facing multiple organ failures from advanced alcoholism but was at least stable.

GM Wombat

Looking over the older woman’s shoulder as she did as Grayson had asked, Mariah kept her face inscrutable even as the scan’s results revealed what she had been afraid of. Multiple organ failure meant this man required immediate treatment, and even though he was stable for now, the psychiatrist knew he wouldn’t be for long. Of course, ultimate wellness meant he would need to find healthier coping strategies for the hurts behind the addiction or else he would be right back where he started, but ultimate wellness required a level of trust Grayson wasn’t sure she could ever earn, let alone earn her now.

“You can stop now, Nohun. Thank you for your help. You did a great job and I have what I need.” She offered a reassuring nod to the older woman and took a moment to gather her thoughts. Meeting the old man’s eyes, she began, “I thank you for trusting me thus far, sir. I can imagine it took a lot for you to do that, but I can see your wife loves you a great deal and I’m hoping for her sake, you’d be willing to open up just a bit more? Will you tell me your name?” It may have seemed a bit late to be asking this now, but in comparison to what needed to happen, the psychiatrist was glad to focus on just getting him to agree to the scan. Now that she was about to give them both such news, however, at the very least she wanted to address him by name.

~Doctor Mariah Grayson, Psychiatrist

“Tamon,” he grumbled out to Mariah, before reaching for something on the table. “What do you want to know?” He wasn’t exactly committing to opening up more, just entertaining the idea of it all.

Zoi glanced at the tricorder readings and then returned her gaze to its noncommittal looking state. IT wouldn’t be long before he would die from his self inflicted abuses if she was reading the information gathered correctly. She felt a pang of sorrow for the wife. It must be hell watching the man she loved turn into this deflated and diseased version of himself. She wondered how Mariah was hoping to handle the situation. In her experience, people who were basically in the last stages of paranoia due to severe alcohol abuse were unlikely to be cooperative and change their lives.

Haven, CoS

Neither Tamon nor Nohun said anything to Zoi. Not that they were blatantly ignoring her, just they didn’t see a need to engage at this time. Nohun had given the equipment back to Mariah and then withdrew slightly into herself, letting the man take over the conversation.

GM Wombat

“Thank you, Tamon,” Mariah replied, taking a few moments to gather her thoughts. Now that she had garnered some glimmer of trust, or at least a little less open hostility and suspicion, Grayson felt slightly overwhelmed. There was so much she wanted to know and yet she knew there was only so much she could push. “I understand you’ve been having trouble sleeping? Have you been experiencing any other discomforts?”

Of course, Mariah knew he had to have been considering how ill he was, but getting him to open up was the only way to perhaps put him on the road to some sort of healing, even if that only meant being on the road to some sort of “good death.”

As a healer, Grayson knew there was such a thing, even if the very idea of death was something she and others fought against every day.

~Doctor Mariah Grayson Psychiatrist

A good death was, unfortunately, the best that could be hoped for. Tamon was clearly spent, a life not as well lived as it could have been, self medicated to drown whatever demons were haunting his soul. “Listen, doc, I am sure you are a good person despite working for the Federation, but their ain’t much more to be done for me. Stop wasting your time trying to get me to change my ways or whatever. I am done, or this life is done with me.” He grumped again before adding, ”

She noted Nohun’s withdrawing and felt sadness for the torrent of emotions the woman must feel. The sympathy she wished to show in this moment would not help however. Even if Nohun welcomed it, the display could disrupt the work Mariah was doing. So, Zoi simply stood watch.

Haven, CoS

Nohun fidgeted a moment before looking up at Haven. “Will you come into the… well it isn’t really a kitchen, but the cooking area with me a moment?” She shuffled off towards the curtain that served to separate the parts shack and started to dig around looking for something in one of the crates.

GM Wombat


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