LtJG Gila Sadar - A Doctor's Oath sometimes takes her away from home
Gila Sadar
((CMO’s Office - Primary Sickbay, Deck 7, USS Artemis-A))
Adea: Come in.
Gila looked down at her knuckles which had just rapped on the door leading into the Chief Medical Officer’s Domain. She took a deep breath, attempting to dismiss her second-guessing thoughts, her doubts and her internal urges to run and hide. She’d come back onboard not too long ago, arriving aboard a shuttle from the Kitty Hawk’s saucer section and ensuring the Ensign Gnai was delivered safely to Engineering so construction on its new suit could begin. Now, however, she had to begin the process what most Medical Officers had to undergo in the aftermath of Frontier Day - establish where she was most needed, and get to it. First step to that was answering the summons that Commander Adea had issued not long after she’d reboarded the Artemis.
As such, she quietly entered the office, but remained in the periphery of the door initially.
Sadar: Th-Thank you, Sir... ::hestitant shuffling:: L-Lieutenant Junior Grade Sadar, reporting for duty.
Doctor Adea turned around from his position by the window overlooking Earth, before sitting down at his desk.
Adea: Thank you for coming, Gila.
Sadar: O-Of course... ::gnaws at her inner cheek:: Y-You wanted to see me?
Adea: I wanted to touch base with you, the Frontier Day disaster was… well… a disaster, and I wanted to make sure you were feeling okay. As okay as you can, anyway.
oO Surely you know me well enough by now, Sir. Oo
Gila wasn’t able to stop the thought - she’d grown lax being on the Kitty Hawk, away from the watchful minds of her Betazoid superiors - but she stopped from vocalizing it as she gave it the consideration it required. She wasn’t good, that much was certain. She lived in constant fear and self-loathing following her deplorable conduct on the Kitty Hawk’s Bridge, stuck between the desperation of knowing what and why it had happened and the wish to deny it had ever occurred in the first place. Beyond that, there was the general stress and trauma of having fought against fellow officers and working against the clock in a very intense period to find a solution to the greatest calamity in recent years.
No, she wasn’t good at all. But she’d seen the empty gazes of her fellow Artemisians while heading here from Main Engineering, she’d seen the pain in the eyes of the crew of the Kitty Hawk as they had to fight friends and loved ones, and she was certain that countless people were at that very moment desperate to learn the fates of their family, still lost in the aftermath of Frontier Day.
She wasn’t good. But others were a lot worse.
Sadar: ... C-Comparatively, I’m fine... Th-There’s certainly those among the crew who had it tougher than I. ::sighs:: I-I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help. N-Not that I think I could’ve made a difference, but- ::clams up::
Adea: Response
Gila nodded slowly, not entirely certain she understood the Commander’s comment, and instead took a seat.
Sadar: What is Lt. Commander Hopper’s prognosis? I know her crew is waiting anxiously for the go-ahead back to the Delta Quadrant.
Adea: Response
Sadar: I see…
Commander Adea was an excellent Doctor, the most experienced aboard next to the Captain, and Gila was certain that he had the Centauran officer’s care well-in-hand. Her injury looked bad, but Gila hadn’t been able to read her medical log yet... And frankly, given her intentions, reading up on the injuries in the Artemis’ Sickbay would only distract her from what she felt she had to do.
Sadar: S-Sir, I, uhh... I realize that the Artemis was hit hard during Frontier Day, but the data from Earth and Earth Spacedock isn’t... They aren’t promising, and they’re looking for volunteers to assist in the most damaged areas, establishing triage centers, overseeing trauma surgeries, managing casualty lists… ::pause:: I’m a Crisis Care Specialist, and uhh, probably more useful there than I’d be here. ::pause:: I r-r-request your permission to sign myself up.
Adea: Response
TAG/TBC
LtJG Gila Sadar
Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
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