Facing the Facts (RP Log)
|12 Feb 2014|
Pryus-Talbot is sat on the biobed opposite her husband’s corpse, pulled tightly around her body is a blanket. She is silent and stares tired pale and bleary eyes.
Entering the surgical unit, Senka sees you. “Doctor,” he says quietly, “please accompany me to the duty office. I need to speak with you.”
Pryus-Talbot lifts her head and looks to Senka, she doesn't have the energy to argue. She slips from her position to her feet, a little shakey and very tired. She follows him.
- Duty Office - Station Infirmary [Deep Space 9]
- The spacious office combines both functionality and elegance. An oak desk bearing an engraved caduceus, the emblem of Starfleet Medical, holds the desktop terminal. Two chairs, adjustable according to the body-type parameters of a number of different species, sit before it. The walls are lined with plates containing texts handwritten in a variety of calligraphic styles, while a modest bookshelf contains a number of medical texts, historical works and works of literature in several languages: Betazoid, Rihannsu and Vulcan among them. A coffee maker sits off to one side of the office in a small seating area containing a loveseat, a chair and a low table.
Senka gestures you to the seating area in his office rather than to the more formal-looking chairs in front of his desk. Walking over to his coffee machine, he loads it with tea and taps the control. The aroma of jestral tea begins to fill the room.
Senka gives you a cup. He sits on the loveseat across from you. You sense that he's thinking about how to begin. "Doctor," he changes his mind. "Kailyn," he murmurs. He holds up his right hand, fingers parted in the Vulcan salute. "I grieve with thee." The expression is a Vulcan one, and very old. Though Senka has chosen to utter it in an old-style dialect of Betazoid. It has an arcane sound in your native language and the phrasing is obviously foreign, but it was his choice to say it like so.
Pryus-Talbot looks at the cup and then back to Senka, she had heard so many variations of that phrase it had lost its meaning. "I need to arrange counselling with someone and I'm on bereavement leave until the investigation is complete. I will need access to his body to return it to his family." She says quietly and coldly, she knew Senka had done everything he could and it wasn't his fault.
Senka considers this. "I received a message from Major Ava, copied to me, but sent to you. Though I have seen no formal orders granting you leave. It was my intention to offer you such leave, in fact."
Pryus-Talbot closes her eyes, "I have ... spoken to Captain Cross and he granted me the leave." She continues to speak in galactic standard not realising that he was speaking her native tongue, she takes a breath and runs her hands over her face tiredly, "I'm sorry." She says quietly realising her cruel she sounded, she knew he had tried his best but Ben would have been dead the moment he had materialised in space.
Senka nods, switching back to standard. "I will confirm those orders with Captain Cross. As a matter of protocol, I should already have been informed of them." You can sense him wondering why the hell Cross hasn't bothered to let him in on this seeing as he, Senka, is your department head and should have already known about it. "Is there anything I may do to aid you, Doctor?"
Pryus-Talbot pauses before making her request, "I need access to the scans you made of Ben, both before and after." She says quietly her eyes looking over tea. "I should have said something to him about the imbalance." She admits out of guilt.
Senka nods. Standing, he walks over to his desk top console and enters some instructions. You hear your PADD beeping. When you look at it, you see two sets of scans. One shows the results of the physical Senka ran on him yesterday. The neurochemical imbalances are slight, but there. The other scan is that made by the infirmary equipment when Talbot was beamed in. He was DOA. "You may not have been able to influence him," he says quietly. "As you know, a patient can refuse medical treatment. If they do, we cannot treat them, and I had no indication that your husband was anything other than lucid and competent at the time. His imbalances could have indicated any number of things, and I was not given permission to offer treatment."
Pryus-Talbot doesn't seem to twitch, "He wouldn't have willingly boarded the station with a bomb. Something is missing." She says quietly her head beginning to spin and her eyes close.
Senka nods. "I agree that something was ailing him, something that did not appear on medical scans. However, I am not a psychologist. I cannot tell you with any certainty what was in his mind or if he was suffering mental aberrations. Did he seem abnormal to you?"
Pryus-Talbot sighs softly, "He wasn't himself, and he kissed me on my forehead. He was dressed down, casual." She shakes her head and pinches her brow swaying slightly.
Senka asks after a beat, "Have you spoken with Major Ava? She would be best able to assist you."
Pryus-Talbot shakes her head, "Not yet, would you be able to arrange a consultation for me?"
Senka says, "I can certainly write to her and tell her of your interest in meeting with her. At that point, she will likely contact you.""
Pryus-Talbot nods gently and pinches her brow, "Thank you."