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Main Sim - Psych Help - Unroth III

Posted July 11, 2022, 2:49 p.m. by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) (Geoff Joosten)

Posted by Lieutenant Zoi Haven (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - Psych Help - Unroth III

Posted by Lieutenant Zoi Haven (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - Psych Help - Unroth III

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Psych Help - Unroth III
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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

OOC: Merging the split

Mariah looked over at Haven and offered a slight nod. The security chief did not need Grayson’s permission to go anywhere, but she wanted to make it known she felt safe to be alone with the older man if he even felt comfortable completing the request. In truth, the psychiatrist thought it was a good idea to separate the two adults, if only to give the worried wife a bit of a break and emotional support of her own. Grayson expected to speak with her shortly, but it would be good to speak to her patient alone.

The question caught her off guard a bit and she looked between Tamon and Mariah for a moment, considering. Of the two inhabitants of this small impoverished home, Tamon was the obvious threat. However, at least for now he seemed more resigned and pathetic than belligerent and dangerous. In the end she decided joining Nohun would be fine. She would only really be a few steps away if the Doctor needed her assistance.

She smiled softly and nodded, walking to join the woman behind the curtain.

Haven, CoS

“On Romulus we had something that was similar to your lemon. And we used to make something similar to your lemonade with it. Slightly more astringent and a purpleish color,” she said, explaining to Haven what she was doing before she emerged from the cupboard, “Alas I have neither the fruit nor the sugar to make you some. I have some of these however.

She pulled out a half empty jar of instant coffee and gave it a shake. “From the last set of supplies we got. It isn’t much but would you like a cup?”

Zoi, touched by the woman’s tenderness, smiled wide. “That is very kind of you. I would love a cup.” She knew the woman needed to do something while Mariah was out in the other room working with the end of life care. Instant coffee was not the worst thing she had ever had in her life and she sympathized with the hardships Nohun was dealing with. Death was never easy and prolonged and painful death was far harder to handle.

Mariah looked Tamon in the eye and spoke directly, but without judgment. “Tamon, sir, I respect what you’re telling me and what you wish. As a doctor, I am obligated to do what my patient wishes, regardless of what anyone else might want. That said, you’ll forgive me if I’m having trouble reconciling what you’ve just said and the love and concern in your wife’s eyes. She traveled far to get help for you, probably knowing exactly how you feel about people like me. It’s difficult for me to imagine the person inspiring that kind of loyalty is someone who cares little for her suffering.” Grayson paused then, adding, “I won’t presume to know what brought you to this point, but might be possible to see you through what’s left of your life in a way that gives that woman in there some sense of peace instead of the obvious hopelessness she feels?”

~Dr. Mariah Grayson, Psychiatrist

The man let out a wheezing groan as he watched the curtain swish shut, then looked back at Grayson with two peaked eyebrows. “I imagine you went to school to save people, hm? How old were you when you learned not everyone can be saved, that not everyone wants to be saved?” He coughed a little then waved a dismissive hand, “Eventually you will complete the third step on learning not everyone is worth saving. You humans and helping everyone who wants to help themselves… bah. What answer do you want to hear that gets you to give my wife what she wants and out of my house? That I’ll try to go outside and enjoy the sun? That there is something out there worth living for and I’ll promise I’ll find it?”

GM Wombat

“We hope to do so much to help your people. Perhaps I could give you a tour of our ship and you could try one of our replicators to make your favorite meal?”

Haven, CoS

Nohun poured the crystals into a cheap cup and filled it with some boiling water. “If they are anything like Romulan replicators they are good at making simple dishes but there is a certain....” She paused, searching for the word, “You know… Its sterile. Typical. There is a certain joy cooking, the flavors of the pan, the tweaking of the spices.”

The Romulan woman shrugged, “Maybe I am just nostalgic for what I think it used to be. Forgive an old woman her foibles.”

GM Wombat


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