And now its just me...
Posted on Sun Nov 3rd, 2019 @ 11:20pm by Lieutenant JG Veronica Rios
Shore Leave: Business As Usual
Location: Sickbay Shower, USS Defiant
Timeline: After Veronica Wakes Up
Veronica closed the chamber behind her, shedding the remains of her clothing in a heap by the door, being careful to set Liam's now-tattered communicator aside so it wouldn't be taken away. She turned up the shower, letting the sound of the rushing water fill the room. The cold metal grating felt sobering against her bare back.
She was finally alone, something she'd been hoping for the entire time the sick bay staff had been taking care of her. It only took a moment for the wall of emotion to crash over her. The fire in Engineering. The EPS Rupture. Liam putting her in the pod instead of himself. And the final explosion. It hit at once, with the full realization of what it meant crushing her under its weight.
She slid to the floor, letting the sadness take her for a moment. Tears streamed down her face as she felt her body wracked with violent sobs. They were gone. All of them were just gone. She'd lost people before. That was a risk you took in Starfleet. But to lose each of them so suddenly...to lose him when they had gotten so close. It was too much to bear.
She wasn't sure how long she'd been in there. It could have been moments, it could have an hour. But eventually she pulled herself back together. Losing control now wouldn't do anyone any good. It certainly wasn't the best way to honor those she'd lost. She needed to survive for them.
She opened her eyes, looking out through her mess of blonde and red hair. The shower seemed to wash the tears away. The medical staff may have heard her, but at least she'd look like she hadn't just been ugly crying.
As the shower finished, she reached for the towel, drying off before pulling on the change of clothes they'd brought her. As she donned the surprisingly comfortable sweater, she paused for a second to admire the rather ugly scar she'd received. The doctor had already indicated it would fade, but for now, it was a very tangible reminder of just what she had gone through.
She picked up the tattered communicator and exited back into the world. She'd be ok. She'd make sure of it. For them.