Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2012 8:43:46 GMT -8
(OOC: This thread follows on directly from Give us your sick, your dying)
The interior of the chief's office had never felt so claustaphobic to the mind of the rigelian. He was experiencing a plethora of emotions that he had thought to be purged. He made no mind of Morgan as she left the main sickbay and instead had his eyes peeled on a PADD which he was furiously tapping. He was compiling as much information as he could find on tuvan syndrome, an illness which he believed that could explain what he was experiencing. The usual perfect memory of the rigelian was tampering at the sides. Perhaps he was being neurotic but he didn't think it to be serious. The idea of being removed from his position wasn't ideal so he was determined to convince his superiors that he was healthy. But his regulated mind was finding it difficult as he was well aware of the rules and abided by them to the letter. If he really was unfit for duty - he would be gracious and step down.
It wasn't like he was forgetting who he was or how to do his job. His memory was still superior to a human's but it wasn't as perfect as it used to be. He was merely forgetting simple details of the day before or even earlier in the day. Still rather shaken from the Salorri ordeal, he was attempted to make sense of it all and tuvan syndrome seemed the logical diagnosis.
His eyes flickered to the tricorder that sat on Sig's desk. He still had not scanned himself. He was procrastinating for some reason. It was as if confirming his worries would only confirm his mortality. Tuvan syndrome, though deadly slow in it's effect, it would slowly cause death. Or at least, he would eventually lose his faculties. And he was comfortable in his ignorance. If he didn't know for sure, then it was like it wasn't there. But if he was being reckless if he didn't tell Sig. He wasn't doing his job.
"Computer, locate Commander Ericson."
"Commander Ericson is in section 4, deck eight."
"Deck eight?"
"Correct."
Craning his neck around, Yaxley looked as the main door parted.
Tag: Sig
The interior of the chief's office had never felt so claustaphobic to the mind of the rigelian. He was experiencing a plethora of emotions that he had thought to be purged. He made no mind of Morgan as she left the main sickbay and instead had his eyes peeled on a PADD which he was furiously tapping. He was compiling as much information as he could find on tuvan syndrome, an illness which he believed that could explain what he was experiencing. The usual perfect memory of the rigelian was tampering at the sides. Perhaps he was being neurotic but he didn't think it to be serious. The idea of being removed from his position wasn't ideal so he was determined to convince his superiors that he was healthy. But his regulated mind was finding it difficult as he was well aware of the rules and abided by them to the letter. If he really was unfit for duty - he would be gracious and step down.
It wasn't like he was forgetting who he was or how to do his job. His memory was still superior to a human's but it wasn't as perfect as it used to be. He was merely forgetting simple details of the day before or even earlier in the day. Still rather shaken from the Salorri ordeal, he was attempted to make sense of it all and tuvan syndrome seemed the logical diagnosis.
His eyes flickered to the tricorder that sat on Sig's desk. He still had not scanned himself. He was procrastinating for some reason. It was as if confirming his worries would only confirm his mortality. Tuvan syndrome, though deadly slow in it's effect, it would slowly cause death. Or at least, he would eventually lose his faculties. And he was comfortable in his ignorance. If he didn't know for sure, then it was like it wasn't there. But if he was being reckless if he didn't tell Sig. He wasn't doing his job.
"Computer, locate Commander Ericson."
"Commander Ericson is in section 4, deck eight."
"Deck eight?"
"Correct."
Craning his neck around, Yaxley looked as the main door parted.
Tag: Sig