Ensign T’Fearne - A Sight for Sore Eye
teayl.thorn
((Flashback Cont—Return shuttle ride after the B’Hala Rescue Mission))
((The Sojourn, Volga-class Runabout Assigned to USS Ronin))
Alyndra’s dry laugh turned into a wet whimper and a slight vibration shook the Trill’s frame. T’Fearne winced at her friend's pained reaction.
oO It probably hurts to laugh. Oo
T’Fearne::: soft voice:: Oh, that good? Do you want a hand? I’m not a very good medic, but I have a steady hand. Or I can remain silent and just be here with you.
The Vulcanoid's keen hearing picked up the sound of Alyndra opening her mouth to speak, but the words seemed to get caught in her throat. Instead, she felt the Trill exhale heavily where the warmth of their backs pressed together. A long, painful sigh that seemed to echo the feeling of frustration bled through across multiple senses.
T’Fearne::: Still softly:: Alyndra. Are you alright?
Syrex: No… No, I… I don’t think I am
T’Fearne: Do you want to tell me?
T’Fearne felt Alyndra’s emotion surge and burst over them like a wave crashing on some alien shore. For a moment she felt drowned, stripped of a sense of up, down, port or starboard. The Trill turned suddenly and clung to her. She gritted her teeth as she felt her own breath quivering and her chest ache for how her friend was feeling.
oO Oh Alyndra! Oo
Syrex: I just, don’t know what I’m going to do. ::Sniffles:: I feel like I’ve let everyone down ::hyperventilates::.
Words were not going to be of much help here. Not right now anyway. Not if Alyndra was having trouble breathing. With the Trill’s desperate hold on her like a…like a Klingon, T’Fearne managed to twist around and bring her arms around to pull the blond tightly to her. She gently rested her jaw against the other woman's speckled forehead and took a slow, deliberate, deep breath, expanding her ribcage. Then another deep breath. Letting the air flow out and over the top of Alyndrah’s head, blowing a few whisps of blond hair.
T’Fearne::: Gently:: I have you. Just breathe for now, Alyndra. That is all you need to do right now.
Syrex: Response
T’Fearne::: More confident:: I’m not sure anyone would know what to do in this situation. It makes a lot of sense to feel this way right now.
Syrex: Response
She felt out of her depth and wanted to get Alyndra any help she needed.
T’Fearne: Do you want me to get Dekas for you?
Syrex: Response
T’Fearne nodded, understanding, and continued to hold her. The quiet hum of the shuttle was the only sound in the room, a reminder that the universe was still flowing on around them, even when everything felt like it had come to a stop.
[Tag, You’re It! / TBC]
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14