Lt Ross - Forced to Wellness

[Hannah S]

(( B’hala Sacred Waters Retreat - Little Risa - StarBase 118 ))

It seemed Ross wasn't the only Intel officer who had been sent into time-out. Sol was the least of all people he had expected to meet in this beachy lobby, and yet she looked way better prepared than him, wearing a light summer dress and an expression of amusement.

Ross: You don't happen to be here because...

McLaren: I had a message from my :: she paused. :: therapist.

He nodded. Made sense. 

Ross: So they got you too, huh.

McLaren: Seems so. Not sure I see the need...

That got another nod from him. 

Ross: Sounds like you're not here because you want to?

Sol shrugged.

McLaren: Im not really a fan of being told I have to do this... no. You?

That was a relief - he wasn't the only one around here who didn't like doctor's orders. Ross gestured towards the chair to her right and eventually sat down, accepting his fate. 

Ross: Don't get me started. I'm not really big on the whole... wellness-stuff. Are you?

She shook her head.

McLaren: Its not my first time in a spa... but I dont make a habit of it either... but I am still a lady... and we are known to enjoy such things every now and then...

She laughed.

He grinned and felt how the tension in his chest eased up a bit. 

Ross: I mean... I don't mind it terribly either. If they have a pool, I'm in. 

He hadn't swum in ages - even though he used to enjoy it. But with the shoulder acting up he didn't dare to put it under any pressure.

McLaren: ? 

He typed in the last few details into his PADD and waved it faintly. 

Ross: That's how you can tell it's a medical thing. I mean it's nice they care about us... I guess. 

McLaren: ? 

He settled back in his chair and watched the coming and going in the lobby. 

Ross: So... is it worth asking how you're doing? 

This whole thing gave him a hint on her current ability to relax.

McLaren: ? 

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Lieutenant Evan Ross
Intelligence Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
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