Shore Leave: Business As Usual
Location: Sickbay, USS Defiant
Captain Reynolds assessed the sleeping woman from behind the window of the doctor's office. Lieutenant JG Veronica Rios, from the USS Chaucer. They'd gotten lucky to swing by her escape pod when they did. A few more hours and there would have been no survivors of the ill-fated craft. But fate had smiled kindly upon Miss Rios, and she was now lying asleep in Defiant's sickbay, her injuries healing.
The captain turned to face Morgan. "She seems to be recovering well, though you'd be more of an expert on that. Have you spoken with her?"
The doctor had both hands in his lab coat pockets as he glanced up then walked over to the Captain and glanced up at the bio-bed's display. "Briefly. We established that her memory is intact, which is both a blessing and a curse as you know. Physically, she'll recover enough to be discharged within a day or two. After that, ten days will see most physical injuries fully healed. I've already scheduled the consult with Dr. O'Donoghue." Morgan thought about what the captain had asked and in lower tone, added "Apparently one of her mates got her into the pod, but didn't make it themselves. She'll likely be dealing with survivors guilt. How that will manifest, we'll have to see."
Charlotte looked on sympathetically. "I can only imagine how hard that's going to be for her. Counseling is definitely going to be a must. Then we'll have to figure out where she wants to go from here. Losing a ship full of your fellow officers is difficult under the best conditions."
The woman on the bio-bed stirred slightly, possibly due to their presence. Her brow was deeply furrowed, perhaps from distressing dreams or pain. The two were not mutually exclusive.
Charlotte gestured. "Looks like she's coming to. Mind if I join you in speaking to her?"
Morgan considered that briefly, then nodded his assent. "No problem Captain, just please avoid over tiring or exciting her now. I know you need to speak to her and I don't have to say it to you, but...it's in the Doctor's rulebook. Always state the obvious first."
"I understand," Charlotte replied, before making her way over toward the biobed. The young woman stirred again, seemingly made aware of the Captain's presence, and opened here eyes.
A glance of Veronica's eyes toward the woman's sleeves told her all she needed to know about rank. "C-Captain," the injured officer stammered, mostly due to drowsiness. "Thank you for brining me aboard."
"Of course. We wouldn't have just left you out there." Charlotte didn't love her response, but wasn't entirely sure how to comfort the woman. So she rushed out a question instead. "How are you feeling?"
Veronica shrugged a little. The question had a lot of answers, none of them brief. "I'm recovering alright. Physically at least. As for....Did you find any other escape pods?"
The captain shook her head. She'd known the question was coming. "I'm sorry. You were the only one we found."
"Oh...I see," Rios replied, struggling to keep a straight face. "Would it be alright if I remained aboard for the time being? I have nowhere else to go and I don't really want to be at the whim of the transfer office just yet."
Finally, something she could answer. "Of course, Lieutenant. You'll have quarters all to yourself and you're welcome to remain aboard at least until we make it back to Federation space. Which might be a while. We're not exactly heading that way. Our mission is taking us well outside it and it could be weeks before we're back in range."
"That's ok," Veronica said. "I think I'll need the space."