Precipice
Posted on Thu Oct 30th, 2025 @ 6:29pm by Lieutenant JG Jezra Siv MD
537 words; about a 3 minute read
Mission:
Peril at the Unification Accords
Location: CMO Office
Timeline: After "The Still Point..."
Confident that the situation was handled but by no means content with the outcome, Jezra had the computer transfer T'Varel's body to the morgue. She then retreated to the office, medical tricorder tight in hand. The door shut behind her, and a button press turned the windows opaque, isolating her from the thick air in the main room.
A beat of silence followed the isolation before Jezra did anything. Her grip on the tricorder was so tight that she could feel her pulse hammering against it. The adrenaline began to wane, welcoming the onset of a headache. The crisis was gradually processing in her mind as she moved towards her desk. She slammed the device onto the surface with unnecessary force before taking a seat. Opening a new log, the Trill gathered all of the data relating to the medical emergency and compiled it for the Vulcans. An investigation was likely to follow, and she knew that this information would be requested eventually. The video feed of the room made her pause, and she replayed the moment Alex initiated the meld. Her jaw clenched tightly, and she closed the file before adding it to the log. Once she was done, Jezra saved it and turned off the computer.
A couple seconds passed where she stared at her reflection in the darkened monitor, then she leaned forward and pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes. Slowly, her hands traveled up through her hair until they clasped behind her head. As much as she tried, Jezra struggled to keep her frustration from boiling over. All she could see was Alex, intimately connected to T'Varel while alarms screamed. The look when the meld broke. Her body collapsing. The ghost of the hypospray's weight as it dismissed Alex's autonomy. It forced her to make decisions that should never have happened. Her hands turned into fists. It was reckless, and Jezra was pissed about it.
She stood abruptly. Snatching the tricorder, Jezra threw it as hard as she could at the wall. The device exploded into several pieces, scattering plastic and circuitry across the floor and into the plants that lined the wall. A couple more seconds passed where the only sound was the Trill's heavy breathing and the hum of the ship.
Breaking her own tricorder didn't help the situation, but god it felt good.
Taking a pause to get herself under control, Jezra pressed her hands into the edge of the desk and hung her head. A hand reached up and tugged at the dress uniform collar, loosening it so it didn't feel as constricting around her neck. The white vest slid off her shoulders and onto the desk in a crumpled pile. When they were ready, they grabbed a PADD and configured it to display the progress of the autopsy and Alex's vitals. Jezra then pushed off from the desk with a heavy sigh and left the office, running a hand through their hair as they left Sickbay.
Remy was not going to like this.
Lieutenant J.G. Jezra Siv
Chief Medical Officer
USS Astrea
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