Posted Oct. 30, 2022, 11:51 a.m. by Lieutenant V'alura Belmont (Scientist on Medical Leave) (Abigail G)
V’alura was going to report to sickbay for her medical examination. Honest to god, cross her heart and hope to die, swear on her dearly departed grandmother’s grave she was. She spent almost two hours doing her make-up and getting her hair just right and walked out her door with every intention of reporting to sickbay. Only on the way there her energy drained away. She thought it wouldn’t be too much trouble to stop by the lounge for a bit to eat a snack and have a drink. An ill body needs nourishment and she couldn’t go in for her scans if she lacked the energy to follow their orders or do their tests.
So it was actually very important for her health that she head into the lounge first. Besides, she further reasoned, doctors are always behind schedule. By the time she had her drink and snack they’ll be ready to see her. If anything she was doing them a favor by delaying her arrival. It made perfect sense provided she didn’t think about it further or with any amount of logic or proper reasoning. Anyways, that’s how V’alura wound up at the lounge with a glass of synthenol wine in hand and a fruit and cheese tray in front of her.
“So I. . .” V’alura paused, taking an extra breath. It hurt to maintain her relaxed pose, and the strain made it harder to keep breathing normally. “Yes, so I looked the man right in the eye and said. . .and said ‘I don’t need to meditate and think logically about your proposal when you’re not worth the brain power to begin with.’ And his face turned as red as a tomato.” She hadn’t the breath to laugh but she smiled as the two off-duty crewmen laughed at the conclusion of her story. V’alura shifted a bit and measured her breaths least she wheeze or fall into a coughing fit. Her performance hurt to maintain but by god was she going to keep it up.
“Honestly. . . the number of men who try to appeal to my ‘logical’ side to go out with me was frankly. . . frankly incredible.” The two officers were enjoying her stories and V’alura liked having people to talk to. It eased the loneliness that had wedged itself into her thoughts.
V’alura Belmont, officer on medical leave
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