Ensign Akani Xira - Wash
Renaie Shortrith
((OOC: Heads up for the panic attack flashback again.))
((Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort, Lolagi IV))
Akani: That wouldn't… We still want to remember the people, not the pain.
Dohna: We should probably write our own individual ::beat:: things. We're down to 4 minutes.
Akani: Okay, give me a second.
Dohna: ::nodding at Xira:: Sure.
Xira crouched, trying to keep her balance before she almost fell into the sand. In a fashion that wasn't perfectly neat, but was hers, she began to write what she wanted to let go.
Waking up in fear that she'd lose those who'd survived with her.
The pain of grief.
The panic attacks.
The flashbacks.
Oh, the flashbacks…
((Flashback - Cargo Bay 3, Deck 4, USS Compass Rose))
???: Help….
oO What was that? Oo
Akani: Who's there?
Syrex: Hey, how are you doing?
Goo: Been Better…
oO Do I know that person? Oo
Syrex: Yeah I bet.
Akani: What do you need?
Goo: Please… End this..
Syrex: I can’t… As a Starfleet doctor I…
Goo: I can’t live like this. We don’t always die.
Holley: ::a little out of it:: Huh?
Xira felt tears slowly fall down her face as she realised what the goo person wanted.
Akani: What?
Syrex: You can rest now…. Goodnight my friend…
The goo bubbled, before the combadge fell silent.
Akani: ::Through tears:: What just happened?
Om-Zora: Mercy. They… they asked for mercy.
Akani: ::Snappish:: Yeah, I get it that the person who was goo wanted to die. I just… ::beginning to hyperventilate:: I just…
Yep, the streaming tears were now a flood. Xira fell to her knees, the world inside her spiralling like a tornado.
oO Am I gonna die? Oo
Om-Zora: Hey, Akani. I know this is overwhelming, and it’s a lot. But I’m here to help you. Can you take some deep breaths for me? In for 4 seconds ::he breathed in for 4 seconds:: hold for 7. ::he held it, then exhaled as he said:: Out for 8.
oO Please, I really hope I'm not going to die. I don't want to die. Wait. What can you see? Green eyes, yellow feathers, blue shirt. Aurelian. Turquoise head feathers. He's helping. Oo
Xira tried to breathe along with Om-Zora, but her breaths were shaky and not as well done as the Lieutenant JG. They seemed to help somewhat, but Xira was still pretty scared. In reality, she didn't really know what was going on. She was worried for Georgia, she was stressed over the goo person who she was sure she knew, she was worried about the sickness…
Akani: Please… I don't want things to get worse... I don't want to be infected...
((End Flashback))
Wiping away a few stray tears from her eyes as the flashback faded, Xira exhaled before writing one final thing.
Survivor's guilt.
Xira slowly rose from her seat in the sand, and gave her writing a final, decisive nod.
Akani: There.
Why were there still tears in her eyes?
She noticed T'Alia move to take her hand, and she gave it a soft squeeze in response.
Dohna: ::whispering:: Well done.
Akani: What are you going to write? We've only got two minutes before sunrise.
Dohna: ::biting her lip:: I know.
She watched T'Alia drop to her knees and draw something. It didn't take long for Xira to realise what - no, where - she was drawing.
Akani: The engineering room on the Rose?
Dohna: I go back there a lot. It's like I never really left.
Around them people were moving away from the water and turning their heads toward the horizon which was no much more orange than it had been.
Xira followed her friend quietly as she made her way to the higher part of the beach.
Dohna: Sit? Stand?
Akani: I'd probably say sit.
Xira sat herself down on the sand, one leg crossed over the other, whick remained outstretched toward the shore.
Dohna: ::staring at the horizon:: Jia'kaja, tre'nu'tol'a rem... La'por i'lanu kos... I'nar tan'a'tali nor...
((OOC: Italicised text is Xira speaking Bajoran.))
Akani: ::Quietly:: Protect the crew of the Compass Rose, let them not be forgotten… Guide them on their journey through the gates of heaven…
Dohna: Response
Akani: Do not let them walk alone…
Dohna: Response
Xira's prayer came to a quiet end as she gazed out at the horizon, the tide pulling in over the shore, pulling the words and drawings away, slowly but surely.
As the waves washed over her written words, she let out a deep breath, as if the concerns that plagued her had washed themself away.
Akani: Seems like they're hearing us.
Dohna: Response
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