01-19-2026, 08:16 AM
Cassidy put a hand on Papver’s arm. It was a more familiar gesture than he would normally permit with a patient, but she seemed so alone. He wondered if this was how it would be now that his patents were his crew. Aboard the Reyes, he would typically see patients for a few weeks at most. He would fix them up as best as he could and send them on their way. The crew of the Yeager were more than just patients, and they’d be relying on him for more than a quick patch job.
“It’s alright if the words don’t come. Sometimes all we can do is quietly acknowledge the depth of the loss that took place here today. Tomorrow morning, someone will get the worst news of their life. While we can’t bear the pain for them, we can try to recognize it.” He was whispering now, as if the words were a prayer that had held its meaning even after thousands of repetitions.
The lights in sickbay were too bright. Even hushed conversations seemed to echo unpleasantly against the sterile bulkheads. Cassidy had been on his feet for far too long, especially considering that he’d arrived as a patient. He tugged at the sleeve of his freshly replicated replacement uniform, where the burns on his wrists, still half-healed, chafed uncomfortably. He needed a sonic shower and a hot tea, or something stronger. While her patient wasn’t looking, Ensign Manx shot him a nasty glare and mouthed an emphatic ‘go home’.
“I think Kat can take it from here. She’ll call us if Beinn sends his torpedo bay patient.” he said — suddenly aware that, on top of everything else, he was starving. “Why don’t we stop by the Mess for a bit?”
== Tag Papaver ==
“It’s alright if the words don’t come. Sometimes all we can do is quietly acknowledge the depth of the loss that took place here today. Tomorrow morning, someone will get the worst news of their life. While we can’t bear the pain for them, we can try to recognize it.” He was whispering now, as if the words were a prayer that had held its meaning even after thousands of repetitions.
The lights in sickbay were too bright. Even hushed conversations seemed to echo unpleasantly against the sterile bulkheads. Cassidy had been on his feet for far too long, especially considering that he’d arrived as a patient. He tugged at the sleeve of his freshly replicated replacement uniform, where the burns on his wrists, still half-healed, chafed uncomfortably. He needed a sonic shower and a hot tea, or something stronger. While her patient wasn’t looking, Ensign Manx shot him a nasty glare and mouthed an emphatic ‘go home’.
“I think Kat can take it from here. She’ll call us if Beinn sends his torpedo bay patient.” he said — suddenly aware that, on top of everything else, he was starving. “Why don’t we stop by the Mess for a bit?”
== Tag Papaver ==