((Lt. Colonel Genkos Adea’s Office, Medical Bay, Deck 7, CIC Desdemona.))
Genkos sighed and unlaced his hands from behind the back of his head. His hands were trembling ever so slightly - he normally tried to have a certain distance between himself and his patients. His light and fancy-free demeanour relied on it when he was out doing frontier medicine, when anyone could die of anything at any time, but even more so now he was out here fighting the Shint. He’d treated Yogan very briefly and tried not to get to know him before he died.
The way he saw it, they were all terminal - it was just a matter of time.
Adea: How’s the eye? It looks like your regular one isn’t quite keeping up…
Kuva: Some days it is faster, other days it is slower. And to tell the truth it feels, sometimes, as if it were not my own. It is the fearful, crazed eye of the boy who lost it.
Genkos smiled softly, understanding completely. He’d seen plenty of people suffering from a wide variety of phantom limb syndrome or PTSD, a combination of which seemed to be what Kuva was suffering from currently.
Adea: That boy is a boy no longer - there’s no reason to suffer.
Kuva shifted in his seat, passing his left leg over his right - a Vulcan sign of severe discomfort if ever the Betazoid had ever seen it.
Kuva: ::smirking:: It is a shame there is little need for therapists in war time, Colonel, or you might have made quite the fine one.
Genkos let out a laugh.
Adea: Gods no, I really can’t be doing anything with people’s feelings - far too tricky.
Kuva’s smirk faded quickly, almost as if it had been beamed directly off his face. It looked like he was reliving some dreadful past experience, and the good doctor could take an educated guess as to what it was he was seeing - Genkos had cleaned up the fellow in the aftermath, and it had not been pretty.
Kuva: We have all led difficult lives, have we not?
Genkos slowly shook his head.
Adea: And they’re not getting any easier.
Kuva: I used to take for granted my father. He got to lead a life I doubt I may ever know, he studied science and architecture and knew peace, before becoming a fighter. T’saer, my first officer - the one who sent out the distress signal the Desdemona picked up - was a diplomat, close to seventy years old when he died. At this point diplomacy feels as unreal to me as Shint reality weapons.
Genkos extended a pale slender forefinger and pointed it in Kuva’s general direction.
Adea: Hey now; none of that defeatist talk in my office, please. We have to believe in peace, or we have to give up. There’s no other options.
Adea: Your father… where is he now?
Lieutenant Colonel Genkos Adea MD
As simmed by
Commander Genkos Adea MD
Chief Medical Officer