Posted by Captain Sidney Parker (Commanding Officer) in Main sim - Xandra in Medical per CAG

Posted by Lieutenant Alexandra “Little Sehlat” Primage (Pilot. Grn Squad Ldr) in Main sim - Xandra in Medical per CAG

Posted by Captain Sidney Parker (Commanding Officer) in Main sim - Xandra in Medical per CAG
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Xandra stepped into medical and looked around. She took another step forward so the sensors would shut the door behind her. She wasn’t quite sure what to say… or to who.

Glancing around the bay, she wondered if the CMO was perhaps the best person to address with this.

Lt Xandra Primage
“Little Sehlat” Pilot
Green Squad leader

Dr. Doolittle was waiting in the medical bay. Doolittle was by training a psychiatrist but did his mandatory time in the Sick Bay as were the rules. He was under the command of the CNS but seemed to think in his own terms.

“Yes may I help you?” He called out to Primage.

Dr. Doolittle (slight East Coast affluent wasp accent and all)

Xandra nodded. “Sorry, Sir… I was looking for the Medical Chief. I’m,” she wasn’t exactly sure what to say. “I was affected by the microwave things on the planet. And we, I, think it’s still affecting me.” There was a mixture of embarrassment and resignation in her voice. The admittance, in and of itself, was an obvious hard thing for her.

Xandra
Pilot

“Yes I’m aware of your case.” Doolittle said suddenly interested. “Come to the Medical Office. Lets talk.”

Doolittle saw a genuine chance to apply his real expertise for a change. Not on lonely and said crew members but a real bonafide case.

Doolittle, Shrink MD

Xandra looked around a moment wondering if the Medical Chief would come out and want her instead, but seeing no sign of him, she moved with Doolittle into the appointed office. “Yes, Sir…” she said with almost childlike obedience.

Moving into the office, she took the seat closest to the door on the front of the desk. “I don’t know how talking about it will help, to be honest. I mean…” she took a deep breath and shook her head as she spoke. “I mean… We were moving towards the planet,” her hands went up to show her left hand as a fist, the planet, and her right as her fighter. “There was this…” her face screwed up in a frown as she bit her lip a moment, “a … a noise.” She looked up at him as if the word was wrong but she didn’t know what else to use. “I could see, and feel, and hear… but I wasn’t in control of myself. Suddenly I was heading straight down,” her right hand came at the ‘planet’ hand at a sharp angle. Suddenly she put both hands in her lap as if realizing what she had been doing. “Something happened then… a POP… or … or something. Then I could hear Ric screaming into my comm to pull up and away from the planet.” She didn’t realize she had used the CAG’s familial name without his rank.

She looked back down into her lap where her hands were wringing. She didn’t realize she was suddenly spilling it all without coaxing… without prying. “I came back to the ship, got checked out and I was fine. Honest I was!” She was almost defensive about it. “Doc cleared me. Said the headache was normal. A pain spray was all he gave me and it worked fine. Honest.” She was looking straight at him as he moved. “Then Ric ordered me to get the shuttle and… no… we were ‘going’ to use the shuttle. But we used the fighter.” She glanced away from him, down at his desk, not focusing on anything. “But I thought… I mean… he said I said things. That I thought I was in the shuttle even when we were back on the planet…” She glanced back up at Doolittle’s face and realized she had been ranting. Her eyes widened in the realization and she shook her head furiously as she wrung her hands harder, the knuckles whitening from the punishment. “No… no I didn’t have the headache. I didn’t hear the whine… I mean. I was fine. He must have misheard me…” She started breathing shallow as if her mind was fighting a battle between what she ‘thought’ had happened and what Ric said she had done. Her head shaking back and forth constantly as if trying to argue herself silently in her head.

Xandra
Pilot
(very confused)

‘Let’s not concentrate on who said what. These things can happen. People misunderstanding one another. Its more important about how you feel. How does this make you feel?” Doolittle said smiling in an understanding and concerned manner.

Doolittle

Xandra laughed then. It was an almost cleansing laugh, though she cut it short. Shaking her head she smiled at the man. “How does it make me feel? Come on, doc. I’m a pilot. Playbook therapy doesn’t work on me.” She took a deep breath and let it out.

“Ok… So lemme see if I remember this right…for the record? Yes? Ummm…” her eyes absently glanced up a moment as she tried to recall the words. “Ummm I’m feeling helpless and am grateful no one was injured by irrational behavior.” She cocked her head slightly. “Do I pass? Seriously, though,” she held up her hand to pause his remark. “Honestly I don’t know how to feel. Because apparently “I felt fine” was the wrong answer. I mean, I can see where Ric thought maybe I’d lied to him about being medically cleared. But this time I didn’t. Training mission, maybe… But not an Away or Support mission. That’s not how I am.”

She suddenly stood up and paced the little room a moment. “Looking back, here… Now…I can remember making comments that went rational in the situation.” She paused and looked up at him. “Like offering to transport a group of people. The ship I had didn’t have that ability… The shuttle we left her, did.” She crossed her arms as she finished, “But at the moment I said it, I would have get my life… MY… LIFE… That that’s exactly where I was… How does that make sense?”

Nothing was making sense. She could still feel a fog in her mind but the edges were clearing. She recalled the transport incident… and there was another… it eluded her at this moment though. Looking back she could see where she was wrong. It was obvious. Why would she have done that? That’s what didn’t make sense.

Xandra
Pilot