Concerned

Posted on Tue Sep 29th, 2015 @ 9:21am by Lieutenant Arnon Barak MD, PsyD & Lieutenant JG Victoria Drani M.D.

642 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Of Gods and Men
Location: Sick Bay
Timeline: current

ON

Arnon arrived in Sick Bay wearing his away team costume, a knee length tunic, sandals, and a wraparound cloak pinned at the right shoulder. He was in Sick Bay to pick up a field medkit, but he was also concerned about Victoria. After picking up his kit, he found Victoria in her office.

"Victoria," he said. "Do you have a moment?"

Victoria had a feeling what it was about without having to read Arnon's thoughts. She sighed and nodded. "Sure, come in."

"You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to," Arnon said. "I'll understand if you don't. I was...concerned about you. You seemed upset in the briefing. I would have been able to tell with out empathy. Are...are you alright?"

She was silent for a moment before responding. She wasn't really alright. She felt like a burden. "No...not really. I don't have a strong relationship with transporters."

Arnon pressed a control on Victoria's desk that darkened the window. He hit another that locked the door. Then he walked up behind Victoria and slipped his arms around her.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" he asked her.

Drani leaned back and exhaled. "I was involved in a transporter accident during my cadet cruise. Only myself and one other cadet survived. The...the other four rematerialized, literally dismembered with limbs in the wrong places."

"That's...awful," Arnon said. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. You've had anxiety around the transporters since?"

She nodded. "Yes...but I feel I'm letting the Commodore down by not going on the mission as she requested that I go. What kind of doctor am I if I'm afraid of being transported?"

Arnon kissed Victoria gently on the side of the neck.

"Shhh..." he said. "Beating yourself up is no solution."

Arnon kissed her twice more along the side of her neck.

"I have a colleague, someone you could discuss this with," he said. "Ensign Teena Spartacus. If you think you'd be willing to do that."

"Why would I want to talk with him?" She asked, leaning her head to the side as Arnon kissed her neck

"Her," Arnon replied. "If you wanted to see if you could work past the problems you have with the transporter, then she might be a good choice. If not, I will not pressure you. Besides, there's a more enjoyable Rigelian solution to feeling angry, sad, depressed, etc."

Arnon turned her around so she was facing him and kissed her.

"I just hate to see you tormented by demons from your past," he said. "I'm growing rather fond of you."

Victoria kissed Arnon back. She was silent for a moment before responding. "Thank you. I'm quite fond of you as well but my demons have made me who I am," she said softly.

"As you wish," Arnon said after a moment. "They are your demons and you have a right to do as you wish with them."

Arnon sighed.

"I suppose I should go," he said, then grinned in the hopes of cheering her up. "Oh, I meant to ask you. Should I keep the outfit? It's perfect for a game of The Wood Nymph and the Handsome Wanderer."

Victoria smiled. She was grateful for Arnon stopping by. "Well, you would be a horrible nymph," she joked.

"But you definitely have the legs for this outfit," Arnon replied. He kissed her again. "I'll be back before you know it. Farewell."

"You better...and thank you for stopping by. It means a lot to me."

Arnon smiled.

"It was my pleasure," he said. He kissed the pulse on the inside of Victoria's right wrist and left for the Transporter Room.

OFF

Lieutenant Arnon Barak, MD, PsyD
Chief Counselor
USS Calypso

Lieutenant JG Victoria Drani, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Calypso

 

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