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Posted Aug. 2, 2019, 1:34 a.m. by Lieutenant Zeke Drake (Chief Medical Officer) (Mike Monte)

Posted by Lieutenant Siennadye Nox (Counselor) in CNS Office

Posted by Lieutenant Zeke Drake (Chief Medical Officer) in CNS Office

Posted by Lieutenant Siennadye Nox (Counselor) in CNS Office
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Zeke paused as he walked by the Counselor’s office. He looked back down the corridor to make sure that nobody saw what he was doing. Then he took a deep breath. And rang the chime to the door.

CMO

Sienna looked up from filling out a form requesting some new articles recently published on teenage trauma when the door chimed. She didnt have a scheduled appointment, but then, people didn’t want something as official as a scheduled appointment. “Come in.” She said with a mild mannered and compassionate voice. She was surprised when the door slid open to reveal the doctor. “Doctor Drake. Good afternoon.”

Nox, CNS

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“Counselor,” Zeke said. “Ah. You’re busy? I should have known. Well. I certainly don’t want to interrupt your schedule. I can come another time. I really should learn how to make an appointment.” He seened rather nervous, even for him.

CMO

“My task is simple and can easily be done at another time Doctor Drake. It’s just filling out forms to request some recently published papers on teen trauma in other species. It won’t take long to finish and the delay of an hour or two will make no difference to the request. I always have time for our resident Chief Medical Officer.” She stood and walked up to him. “Please, come have a seat with me.” She said lifting her hand to indicate the seating area to the side of the office. “Would you like any refreshments?”

Nox, CNS

“I’m good, thanks,” Zeke replied as he took the offered seat. “I was wondering how things were going for you.”

CMO

She sat down on the couch as well, facing him and found his statement to be quite odd. Usually when people came to her office, it was because they had their own troubles to sort through… not ask her about her own. Her eyebrows lifted and she thought about how things were going for her before then wondering how much she wished to divulge.

Her lips pressed together momentarily before she took a deep breath and let it out, deciding a more clinical approach to the topic would do. “Well, I am settling in here on the ship pretty well I think. I believe I have been helpful for several people and it was no small feat to get everyone caught up on their evaluations after not having a counselor on the ship for so long. Professionally, I am fulfilled. Personally, I could do to make friends but I have been reluctant about that. The hope is that this assignment is only temporary until we find the man and the machine that brought me here. And even though a part of me understands how unlikely that might be and the permanence of my current situation being a very real and very likely, I have not wanted to accept that and thus have not wanted to grow attached. I think I am just giving myself a bit more time before I am ready to risk that.”

Nox, CNS

“I’m not making any friends here,” Zeke said bluntly. “I suppose that I don’t want to ever be put back in the situation of having to work to save some poor, injured crewman that I happen to be drinking buddies with. I mean. Is that messed up?”

CMO

Sienna shrugged and then shook her head. “I don’t think so. It’s a logical fear and a very likely situation you will find yourself in, seeming as how we are on a star ship that has its fair share of scrapes not to mention the technical problems and mechanical problems that could cause injury.” Her dark eyes examined him for a long moment. “I guess we have two things to examine with this situation. First, you work closely enough with people that you will get attached regardless, though maybe not as much as you might if you became genuinely friendly towards people. And because of our duty, we will lose people period. Secondly, is the key question for you Doctor, is if this path you have chosen is making you happy enough to continue. Are you better off feeling mild discomfort, frustration and maybe even a bit of sadness daily in order to stop yourself from feeling deep grief later?”

Nox, CNS

“I had a wife,” Zeke replied. “She was a records officer And twin girls. Both age 11. Then the Olympic was destroyed. I was busy helping other crew members get to their escape pods. So. I wasn’t there when they needed me.”

She nodded slowly, the expression on her face sympathetic. She could understand how he was feeling. In the course of one’s duty, the personal is cast aside. It could cause a great deal of guilt as well as the grief of loss. Star Fleet was not an easy career. Every officer was well aware of this fact long before they entered service. Still, some officers never came to terms with it and found every thing required more energy.

“It doesn’t pay to get to attached to your shipmates.”

CMO

“It doesn’t pay to avoid them, or be borderline rude to them either. I don’t gather you are the most trusted person on this ship and as CMO, you need to be. You were doing your job. How long ago was this?”

Nox, CNS

“548 days ago,” his reply came instantly. “I spent a year as the CMO of the Black Rock Starbase before I was assigned here. Starbase duty is vastly different then being on a ship.”

CMO


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