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Jan. 23rd, 2014 12:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doctor_lawson((Set after this))
Deb woke up, groggy. She remembered enough to remember having sedate herself. She sat up slowly, a hand on her head. Hangovers weren't nearly as bad as waking up after a chemically induced nap. She always wondered if it was worse because they didn't knock her out right away.
But at sticking herself in the neck seemed to do what she had set out. She didn't feel completely insane anymore and she was back in her room.
Great, Deb thought, They had to drag the crazy, babbling Romulan back to her room. That must've been a bloody sight. Of course, Klingons were known for being strong bastards, likely able to carry her easier than any human could.
"Computer, lights," Deb said, rubbing her nose. Her quarters seemed a bit dim, but she could see. Progress, she supposed. She stood up, sighing, tying her thick brown hair up in a ponytail without so much as a glance in the mirror. There was no way she was fit to report for duty at the moment. She didn't have any appointments today so it wouldn't be too much trouble to tell the chief medical officer that she'd stay on call but would prefer a day to herself due to personal issues.
If they protested she could claim Romulans got monthly periods. It wasn't like they knew any better. She tapped the screen and the place holder picture of her smiling with her great-nieces and nephews as they dressed her up like an elf evaporated to a single message.
Call us.
Deb sat down, more like fell into the chair in front of the small screen. And here she was sure they wouldn't want a damn thing to do with her again. Ever. She wouldn't blame them in the slightest. Deb took a moment to swallow the lump her throat, before having the computer attempt to open a visual channel.
She was sure they were just going to let her down face to face.
Deb woke up, groggy. She remembered enough to remember having sedate herself. She sat up slowly, a hand on her head. Hangovers weren't nearly as bad as waking up after a chemically induced nap. She always wondered if it was worse because they didn't knock her out right away.
But at sticking herself in the neck seemed to do what she had set out. She didn't feel completely insane anymore and she was back in her room.
Great, Deb thought, They had to drag the crazy, babbling Romulan back to her room. That must've been a bloody sight. Of course, Klingons were known for being strong bastards, likely able to carry her easier than any human could.
"Computer, lights," Deb said, rubbing her nose. Her quarters seemed a bit dim, but she could see. Progress, she supposed. She stood up, sighing, tying her thick brown hair up in a ponytail without so much as a glance in the mirror. There was no way she was fit to report for duty at the moment. She didn't have any appointments today so it wouldn't be too much trouble to tell the chief medical officer that she'd stay on call but would prefer a day to herself due to personal issues.
If they protested she could claim Romulans got monthly periods. It wasn't like they knew any better. She tapped the screen and the place holder picture of her smiling with her great-nieces and nephews as they dressed her up like an elf evaporated to a single message.
Call us.
Deb sat down, more like fell into the chair in front of the small screen. And here she was sure they wouldn't want a damn thing to do with her again. Ever. She wouldn't blame them in the slightest. Deb took a moment to swallow the lump her throat, before having the computer attempt to open a visual channel.
She was sure they were just going to let her down face to face.
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Date: 2014-01-24 05:56 am (UTC)