Psych Eval - The Sheep Won't Count Themselves

Posted March 30, 2023, 7:21 p.m. by Civilian Molly Holloway (CEO - Holloway Industries) (Joana Ribeiro)

Posted by Civilian Molly Holloway (CEO - Holloway Industries) in Psych Eval - The Sheep Won’t Count Themselves

Posted by Lieutenant Tandra Mika (Counselor) in Psych Eval - The Sheep Won’t Count Themselves

Posted by Civilian Molly Holloway (CEO - Holloway Industries) in Psych Eval - The Sheep Won’t Count Themselves
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Molly smiled. “It’s fine either way…” She knew how her uncle was going to react to the news anyway. Or at least she thought she knew. Whoever the messenger turned out to be wouldn’t make much of a difference. “Which ever is less troublesome for you.” She sighed softly and closed her eyes for a moment before refocusing her gaze on Sharah. “Thank you again, doctor. I’d appreciate it if I could visit him whenever it would be okay. In the meantime I’ll wait for the psychological evaluation.” Her head hurt just thinking about it. “The faster it will be done, the better.”

Molly Holloway, CEO Holloway Heavy Industries

“I’ll set it up right away.” Fayth left the room and called up to counseling and requested Lt Mika come down.

Mika responded quickly to Fayth’s page. It took her a few minutes to arrive to Sharah’s location from the psych wing. When she did, she asked, “I was paged?”

~ Mika

Sharah nodded. “Hi Mika.” She led her into a side office. “I have a patient, Retired Cpt. She has a pretty high clearance, did some work for Intel, you know the deal.”

“Anyway, she collapsed outside the hospital. She overdosed on sleep medication. Normally not deadly, but she took so much it dropped her heart rate, her BP sky rocketed and she crashed. I can’t release her without a psych eval. Since the medication is not addictive, I suspect that the problem is mental/emotional. There is no chemical/hormonal evidence of a reason she can’t sleep.”

Fayth, SFCMO

“Any idea if it was an intentional overdose?” Mika asked after listening to Sharah. “Enough to make her crash is a lot of medication for just not being able to sleep.” And if Sharah knew, it was better to go in more prepared for what she’d be dealing with.

~ Lt Mika, CNS

“Well she did say the dose wasn’t working and so she took more. She also said she didn’t ‘need’ it and could stop any time she wanted. She just didn’t want to. I told her that was good because as of three hours ago she had stopped.” Sharah shook her head, “If she does need a sleep aid, we will have to prescribe something different, Tandra. There was so much of it in her system her body has built up a tollerance.”

“No doubt. As a doctor I know she will end up hurting herself, even unintentionally, at those doses of that med.” Mika said.

“Also, you should know, she has typical Captain’s syndrome by about 1000% worse. When I told her she had to have a psych review, she wasn’t very pleasant. She’s been through a lot lately. Both her uncle, who is basically her father, and her life partner were here for months after their shuttle was blown out of the sky. She’s been handling it aline for some time. Also she has recent severe injuries that weren’t treated properly. I asked General Harris, her partner. He said he knew but it was highly classified. No idea if they are connected, but..” Sharah blew out a breath. “She has a regular counselor she sees in San Fran. I will contact them directly about it. What I need from you is a basic evaluation to see if she is safe to release. Or if she is at risk of harming herself.”

Fayth, SFCMO

Mika nodded. “Thanks for the warning. I’ll go ahead and do a basic eval and get back to you right away.” All that other stuff was better handled by the patient’s regular counselor, though it was good to know because it may make getting a basic eval done more difficult.

~ Mika, CNS

Fayth led Mika out of the small office and back down the corridor. The rooms on this wing required a biometric scan into a small entry way where further scans were done before the door to the room opened. Only one person at a time could enter.

When they were both in the room Sharah made quick introductions. “Ms Holloway, this is Lt Tandra Mika. Lt Mika, Retired Cpt Molly Holloway and CEO of Holloway Heavy. If you need me I will be outside,” and Fayth left.

Fayth, SFCMO

To anyone with an interest in the economic and technological world, Molly’s face would be a familiar one. As the Chief Executive Officer of one of the largest ship building companies in the sector, she had quickly become a known character for those that lived in OED the moment she had set foot on the planet. Even more so after the shuttle crash her uncle and her partner had been involved in, and the protests that followed. Still, for someone that had only more recently arrived at the colony, the same might not be true.

Standing at 5’5’’, Molly Holloway wasn’t exactly tall, even if that wasn’t completely clear laying on a biobed. Her fiery ginger hair was tied in what should have been a neat ballerina bun, yet, with everything that had happened that afternoon, ending in her being admitted at Sacred Heart, it wasn’t as composed as it usually was. Her pale heavily freckled skin and her soft features gave her a fragile porcelain doll like air that contrasted heavily with the stern expression on her face.

When Fayth returned with the counselor, Holloway smiled politely in acknowledgement to the newcomer.

“Ah, nice to meet you, Lieutenant.” Molly sat up on the biobed, this time slower than before, and her body responded much better. No dizziness this time. Progress. Holloway thought, the realization lifting her spirits slightly. “Please, just Molly is fine. There’s no need for formalities.” She said holding out her hand for a handshake. It was clear that even in the hospital she was very much in ‘business mode’, especially when with someone she wasn’t acquainted with. Her prior Starfleet training was obvious in her demeanor.

Molly Holloway, CEO Holloway Heavy Industries

Mika was a recent arrival to the colony and had spent most of her time holed up in her Starfleet quarters, not so much out exploring the colony or expressing interest in its economy or other things. Besides Sharah’s brief introduction, Mika had no idea who her patient was. It wasn’t relevant at any rate.

Mika was a short woman, standing at just 5‘3, with a small and dainty build. It was clear, however, that she was quite athletic. Her olive complexion gave her a warm glow. She had brown hair with a bit of curl to it, falling to her shoulders, and brown eyes to match. She wore a friendly, but determined and focused look.

“Lieutenant Mika. Nice to meet you.” Mika said, shaking her hand. Then she pulled a chair up and took a seat. She wanted to make this easy, casual but professional. “So. Let’s get down to business, shall we?” She smiled a friendly smile and leaned forward just a little bit, clasping her hands in her lap. “How have things been going lately?”

~ Lt Mika, CNS

Molly sighed softly and held back the urge to roll her eyes. Yet, the soft smile on her lips never wavered. Counselors… they were all the same. She had seen so many during her lifetime that she had eventually learned how to skirt around most types of questions, only being called out by a select few. Molly wondered in what category her present company fitted in – with the ones happy with any sort of non-confrontational answer no matter how truthful it was, or with the ones that would see right through her and cared enough to say so. There was only one way to find out.

“Manageable.” Came Molly’s short reply. It was a non-answer, but still true for the most part. She was only at Sacred Heart because the human body could only take so much of the ‘management tools’ she had decided to use. A small flaw in her method, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed. Or so Molly hoped. However, for as much as her short utterance was an evasive maneuver on her part, it was also a test. The first strand of Holloway’s figurative web. After all, Molly had only agreed to the evaluation because she had been given no other option, and she was hoping to be done with it as quickly as she could. To that end, she needed to provide right and plausible answers, but what those were, would depend on the person running it. “I’m not really sure how else to put it.”

Behind her soft expression of politeness, Molly observed the counselor through the gaze of a trained Intelligence officer, leaving no detail behind, testing the waters for lines that she might not want to cross, or avenues that she might want to exploit.

Molly Holloway, CEO Holloway Heavy Industries

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