Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2012 21:08:08 GMT -8
Morgan stepped into her office after discharging the last patient back into the waiting room so he could continue his duties on the massive starship. Sitting down at the desk, she entered some notes and sent a message to his supervisor, allowing him to return to his post. All this, she did absently, her mind not really focusing entirely on the task. When she was done, she stood and turned out the lights, passed through the reception area without a word and walked out into the hallway. As she entered the turbolift, images of two men filled her mind and she closed her eyes briefly, shaking her head. You do not need a man to make you strong. The doors opened and she walked slowly to her quarters.
Entering the room, she kept the lights off, preferring instead for the room to be bathed in starlight as she made her way to the dressing table. With a flip of a manicured fingernail, she turned on the 'beauty lights' that surrounded the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her with haunted eyes. Suddenly, she reached for a cloth and began wiping away the makeup until none remained. Getting up, she hurried to the bathroom and shucked off her clothing, leaving it in a pile near the door. Hopping into the shower, she let the sonic waves pummel her hair straight until there was no trace of her usual style.
Back at the dressing table, she stood before it, examining the effects of time on her body. Freckles dusted her shoulders, chest and cheeks, and wrinkles were forming around her eyes. Time doesn't discriminate. She laughed sarcastically and wandered into the living area. Pulling a soft afghan from the sofa, she wrapped it around her shoulders as she looked up at the stars. I don't want to be alone. The immense starfield made her feel small, as it did to many, but this time Morgan felt it acutely.
She could have any man on the ship, but the two she had wanted had slipped through her fingers like smoke. Why am I here? It was something everyone asked many times during their lives and Morgan was no exception. They all had to cover up their pain, mask their turmoil, and keep their spines straight in the eyes of their crewmates. I'm tired. Despite all of her best efforts, all of her self-analysis and pep-talks, Renh's departure had hurt her more than she could endure. As she had done almost every day since that day, she walked over to the specially installed, locked cabinet and tapped in her private code. The door opened, exposing row after row of pharmaceuticals, useful for when a patient had a crisis that couldn't wait until they got to the office. Morgan's fingers trailed along the rows. Unlike the previous visits to the cabinet, she removed a bottle of capsules and poured them out onto the counter. Her professional eye deduced the correct amount that would do the job. Putting the handful into her palm, she walked to the replicator and retrieved a glass of water, then returned to the living room to sit on the sofa. As she placed the pills into her mouth and swallowed the cool liquid, she stared up at the stars, her eyes unblinking. Slowly, she stretched out, lying down, her breathing slowing, her arm hanging loose so that her hand touched the floor.
I am tired.
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Entering the room, she kept the lights off, preferring instead for the room to be bathed in starlight as she made her way to the dressing table. With a flip of a manicured fingernail, she turned on the 'beauty lights' that surrounded the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her with haunted eyes. Suddenly, she reached for a cloth and began wiping away the makeup until none remained. Getting up, she hurried to the bathroom and shucked off her clothing, leaving it in a pile near the door. Hopping into the shower, she let the sonic waves pummel her hair straight until there was no trace of her usual style.
Back at the dressing table, she stood before it, examining the effects of time on her body. Freckles dusted her shoulders, chest and cheeks, and wrinkles were forming around her eyes. Time doesn't discriminate. She laughed sarcastically and wandered into the living area. Pulling a soft afghan from the sofa, she wrapped it around her shoulders as she looked up at the stars. I don't want to be alone. The immense starfield made her feel small, as it did to many, but this time Morgan felt it acutely.
She could have any man on the ship, but the two she had wanted had slipped through her fingers like smoke. Why am I here? It was something everyone asked many times during their lives and Morgan was no exception. They all had to cover up their pain, mask their turmoil, and keep their spines straight in the eyes of their crewmates. I'm tired. Despite all of her best efforts, all of her self-analysis and pep-talks, Renh's departure had hurt her more than she could endure. As she had done almost every day since that day, she walked over to the specially installed, locked cabinet and tapped in her private code. The door opened, exposing row after row of pharmaceuticals, useful for when a patient had a crisis that couldn't wait until they got to the office. Morgan's fingers trailed along the rows. Unlike the previous visits to the cabinet, she removed a bottle of capsules and poured them out onto the counter. Her professional eye deduced the correct amount that would do the job. Putting the handful into her palm, she walked to the replicator and retrieved a glass of water, then returned to the living room to sit on the sofa. As she placed the pills into her mouth and swallowed the cool liquid, she stared up at the stars, her eyes unblinking. Slowly, she stretched out, lying down, her breathing slowing, her arm hanging loose so that her hand touched the floor.
I am tired.
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