Lt. Silveira: Check up, please.
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((USS Artemis, deck 3, Silveira’s quarters))
Vitor woke up startled. He shook his head and looked around. The familiarity of his bedroom made him sigh of relief as he rubbed his face.
This time he was dreaming of… What was he dreaming about? He couldn’t remember but something troubled his sleep.
The recent visit from their “favourite” Q wasn’t as “visible” on him as their last. Still Clo’Q always found a way to mess with them.
That was likely their gig, what else would a God like creature enjoy then torturing those that had less power than him.
And how could he use that power if he could…
Vitor shook his head and stood up, he checked the time and was surprised to see it was almost ten in the morning.
Maybe he did sleep for a few hours after all. After he returned from the Arboretum he spent remaining of the day reaching out to his grandparents, mom, dad and Thera. Scattered all over the Alpha quadrant it took him hours to just be able to track them all.
But even if the chat with most of them lasted about twenty minutes he was glad to see them, and managed to disguise to everyone how he was really feeling.
Well… Almost everyone. Thera and Jonathan knew he was still recovering, and mom and dad tried to figure out what had happened. With the first two he was honest, but only spoke of the feeling of disappointment and the guilt it brought.
But even being good to have these few minutes with the family, it still weighed on him the last mission. And the one before…
Entering the bathroom he looked up at the mirror.
They did a good job on him. He still looked younger. But inside…
Shaking his head he raised his voice as if helping to push away those thoughts and emotions.
Silveira: C’mon… Get up…
Looking back at the mirror he forced a grin.
Silveira: Burry the dead, take care of the living. And I look pretty much alive.
He winked at himself before heading to the shower.
((Timeskip))
((USS Artemis, deck 7, Main Sickbay))
Vitor changed to the usual exercise outfit. Comfortable tennis shoes, black shorts and a blue t-shirt. He was going to work out a bit, but before that he wanted to take care of something.
Something he was more than likely late for.
Walking inside he looked around and smiled as he saw his target heading to his office.
Taking a deep breath he forced a grin and walked to Genkos.
Silveira: What’s up Doc? Can I bother you with work or are you running away for shore leave.
Adea: Response
Vitor shrugged, opening his arms.
Silveira: Well, I am likely due a check up, I thought I should and bother the Senior Doctor for it. You know how I am.
Adea: Response
Vitor tipped his head. He wasn’t sure when his last check up was done, he got injured quite a few times on board. If his memory served him right he even was treated by Doc Puppet.
Silveira: Without being injured? I think my last medical check up was when you cleared me back on the Excalibur.
Adea: Response
TAG/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
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