Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 12:50:45 GMT -8
Lav’aura awoke, and blinked several times to clear eyes that were unaccustomed to such brightness. One hand came up, covering her face protectively as she struggled to make sense out of where she was. Fortunately, blessedly, this was a place free of pain. But as she lay there, the previous month of pain, and torture, the things they’d done to her… they all came rushing back, and tears sprung to her eyes.
“Shh, shh, it’s alright. You’re safe now,” an unfamiliar voice said, and despite the pain in caused, Lav’aura dropped her hand to see who was speaking to her. The last thing she remembered, she was in the cave with Victor…
Whoever was standing next to her had a Starfleet uniform on. Blue. An ensign, probably a medical one. Nurse. “Wh–” she started to say, before realizing that her tongue felt weird in her mouth. She remembered what Dalrok had done to her, and one hand reached up to her mouth experimentally. Feeling her tongue, she let out a deep sigh. “Where am I?” she asked finally.
“You’re at Starbase Gamma Etimon,” the woman said. “I’m Sorel Lana, I’m a Psychiatric Nurse. Doctor Kayden made certain that your injuries were taken care of, but you’ve suffered a lot of trauma, so she wanted to make certain that you stayed someplace safe and supportive.”
“So I’m stuck here?” Lav’aura asked.
“You’re free to leave as soon as the doctor clears you, but we’d like you to try and eat something first,” the nurse replied.
Lav’aura’s stomach roiled at the thought of eating anything. She remembered her last meal; the horror of what she’d done, and the anger she’d felt towards her captors. “Can I start with broth, please?”
“Sure, that will help ease your stomach into accepting food again,” the nurse said. The suites in the psychiatric ward of the station didn’t have replicators for safety reasons, she she stepped out briefly, returning after a moment with the requested broth.
Lav’aura noted with some amusement that she’d not been provided with a metal spoon, but rather a flimsy synthetic one. The dish her broth was in was wide and shallow, and similarly made of a light, flimsy material. These psychiatric types weren’t kidding. She tentatively grabbed the spoon, taking a slow sip of the warm broth. They wouldn’t even give me hot broth, she thought with some amusement.
“The doctor will be in to see you shortly,” the nurse said, before departing the room.
Lav’aura swirled her spoon around in the broth, then sighed. What had she missed? Talon probably had a new first officer by now, and who knew if they’d be willing to give her another position given her race. She didn’t think she was too emotionally compromised by what she’d been through, but she’d been in survival mode ever since the ship had crashed. She hadn’t yet been awake long enough to really process the more recent developments. Still one word kept playing itself over and over in her mind. She closed her eyes tightly, willing it away.
“Commander Vrel?” the doctor said as he entered the room. “I’m Doctor Adrian de Mayne, I’m a counselor aboard the station.”
“Good… I apologize I’m not quite sure when I am right now, doctor. Good day?”
“It’s September 11th, and it’s about mid-afternoon, so “day” is appropriate,” he said, closely gauging her response to the date. Had she been aware how much time had passed?
“August 1st,” she said softly, her eyes widening. “I didn’t realize…”
Adrian nodded, “I understand, several things have happened in the time you were gone. But it’s fine. There’s no hurry for you to go anywhere or do anything.”
“Ok,” Lav’aura said. “But, my duty…”
“Your duty right now is to get better. Once you’re better, we can worry about where you’re going and what you’re doing. No, there is something that you need to know, something the doctors discovered when they were helping you,” Adrian said.
Oh no. They know. They know what I did. What they made me do… she thought, the expression in her eyes growing wild.
Adrian placed one hand comfortingly on one of Lav’aura’s. “It’s alright. It’s nothing that we can’t help you with.”
Who could help undo consuming one of your own kind? Lav’aura wondered if she’d ever be able to eat meat again. Her stomach went to roiling once more.
“When Doctor Kayden was checking out your pelvis, she noticed that it appeared that your captors forced themselves upon you,” Adrian began.
Lav’aura cocked her head to the side, confusion coloring her gaze. “Yeah, but that’s not what this about, is it?”
“It is,” Adrian said, wondering what it was that Lav’aura was thinking of, if not this. They would need several sessions together for certain. “Doctor Kayden found that you appear to be around four weeks pregnant.”
“I… I’m what?!” Lav’aura asked, hands going down to her abdomen reflexively.
“Shh,” Adrian said, calmly. “It’s alright. You have options, but you don’t need to decide on them now. In fact, it would be preferable if you did not, given everything you’ve been through.”
“But…” Lav’aura said. She wasn’t sure what she was going to say though, for as much as it filled her with rage that one of those despicable men had planted a seed within her, she hated the idea of ending an innocent life. Tears began to fill her eyes once more, and she was distantly aware of the bowl falling from her lap as she drew her knees up towards her.
She would need time, Adrian knew. So he stood there, silent, and watched as she devolved into sobs before him.
Closed
OOC: Adrian de Mayne is a former PC of this writer, and is used such as an NPC
“Shh, shh, it’s alright. You’re safe now,” an unfamiliar voice said, and despite the pain in caused, Lav’aura dropped her hand to see who was speaking to her. The last thing she remembered, she was in the cave with Victor…
Whoever was standing next to her had a Starfleet uniform on. Blue. An ensign, probably a medical one. Nurse. “Wh–” she started to say, before realizing that her tongue felt weird in her mouth. She remembered what Dalrok had done to her, and one hand reached up to her mouth experimentally. Feeling her tongue, she let out a deep sigh. “Where am I?” she asked finally.
“You’re at Starbase Gamma Etimon,” the woman said. “I’m Sorel Lana, I’m a Psychiatric Nurse. Doctor Kayden made certain that your injuries were taken care of, but you’ve suffered a lot of trauma, so she wanted to make certain that you stayed someplace safe and supportive.”
“So I’m stuck here?” Lav’aura asked.
“You’re free to leave as soon as the doctor clears you, but we’d like you to try and eat something first,” the nurse replied.
Lav’aura’s stomach roiled at the thought of eating anything. She remembered her last meal; the horror of what she’d done, and the anger she’d felt towards her captors. “Can I start with broth, please?”
“Sure, that will help ease your stomach into accepting food again,” the nurse said. The suites in the psychiatric ward of the station didn’t have replicators for safety reasons, she she stepped out briefly, returning after a moment with the requested broth.
Lav’aura noted with some amusement that she’d not been provided with a metal spoon, but rather a flimsy synthetic one. The dish her broth was in was wide and shallow, and similarly made of a light, flimsy material. These psychiatric types weren’t kidding. She tentatively grabbed the spoon, taking a slow sip of the warm broth. They wouldn’t even give me hot broth, she thought with some amusement.
“The doctor will be in to see you shortly,” the nurse said, before departing the room.
Lav’aura swirled her spoon around in the broth, then sighed. What had she missed? Talon probably had a new first officer by now, and who knew if they’d be willing to give her another position given her race. She didn’t think she was too emotionally compromised by what she’d been through, but she’d been in survival mode ever since the ship had crashed. She hadn’t yet been awake long enough to really process the more recent developments. Still one word kept playing itself over and over in her mind. She closed her eyes tightly, willing it away.
“Commander Vrel?” the doctor said as he entered the room. “I’m Doctor Adrian de Mayne, I’m a counselor aboard the station.”
“Good… I apologize I’m not quite sure when I am right now, doctor. Good day?”
“It’s September 11th, and it’s about mid-afternoon, so “day” is appropriate,” he said, closely gauging her response to the date. Had she been aware how much time had passed?
“August 1st,” she said softly, her eyes widening. “I didn’t realize…”
Adrian nodded, “I understand, several things have happened in the time you were gone. But it’s fine. There’s no hurry for you to go anywhere or do anything.”
“Ok,” Lav’aura said. “But, my duty…”
“Your duty right now is to get better. Once you’re better, we can worry about where you’re going and what you’re doing. No, there is something that you need to know, something the doctors discovered when they were helping you,” Adrian said.
Oh no. They know. They know what I did. What they made me do… she thought, the expression in her eyes growing wild.
Adrian placed one hand comfortingly on one of Lav’aura’s. “It’s alright. It’s nothing that we can’t help you with.”
Who could help undo consuming one of your own kind? Lav’aura wondered if she’d ever be able to eat meat again. Her stomach went to roiling once more.
“When Doctor Kayden was checking out your pelvis, she noticed that it appeared that your captors forced themselves upon you,” Adrian began.
Lav’aura cocked her head to the side, confusion coloring her gaze. “Yeah, but that’s not what this about, is it?”
“It is,” Adrian said, wondering what it was that Lav’aura was thinking of, if not this. They would need several sessions together for certain. “Doctor Kayden found that you appear to be around four weeks pregnant.”
“I… I’m what?!” Lav’aura asked, hands going down to her abdomen reflexively.
“Shh,” Adrian said, calmly. “It’s alright. You have options, but you don’t need to decide on them now. In fact, it would be preferable if you did not, given everything you’ve been through.”
“But…” Lav’aura said. She wasn’t sure what she was going to say though, for as much as it filled her with rage that one of those despicable men had planted a seed within her, she hated the idea of ending an innocent life. Tears began to fill her eyes once more, and she was distantly aware of the bowl falling from her lap as she drew her knees up towards her.
She would need time, Adrian knew. So he stood there, silent, and watched as she devolved into sobs before him.
Closed
OOC: Adrian de Mayne is a former PC of this writer, and is used such as an NPC