"Dressed to Heal"

[Lexia 0]

Lexia watched as the door to the cargobay slide shut behind Matthews. Her hand massaged her temple as the throbbing pain had become a swirling menagerie of throbs and pulses in her mind.

 

Having already taken as best care of the men and women around her as she could, Lexia slid off the cargo container she had been perched on. She reached down and pulled her stilettos back onto her feet. Heels or no she had always hated how a cold floor felt on her bare feet.

 

With that distinct clicking sound that only a set of high heels makes she strode across the bay and to her make shift equipment area, her deep navy dress pulling around her legs. Picking up a small silver and gold cased device she ran it along her temple, easing some of the pain in her head. Clicking the device off, she lightly laid a hand against the container serving as a table and rested the cool metal casing of the medical device against her temple. Tilting her head forward, she felt the chandelier earrings she wore dangle forward, pulling against her earlobes.

 

Closing her eyes she drew in a deep breath. The sounds of the alerts, the screams, the explosions…they all still rang heaving in her mind. She felt the breath catching in her throat, the air hiccupping in its path. She focused and forced her breathing back into pattern, nothing was ever accomplished by hyperventilating.

 

She opened her eyes and gently laid the device back on the container, noting the smudge of makeup her forehead had left on it. The facts were that the Gideon was gone, she was now aboard the USS Agincourt, and only the gods knew exactly where they were. Well, that was not quite exact; she was aboard part of the Agincourt. That much had trickled down from what was currently serving as this sections bridge.

 

She turned and looked at those lying around her, at those she had worked so hard to save from the grips of death. Some of the faces she knew, some of them she did not. Still more she knew all to well…

 

She took in another deep breath. At this point the future was unclear; there were enough contingencies and details of the current situation to keep number crunchers busy for decades; but a few things were clear: They needed to find the other sections of the Agincourt. They needed to rejoin these sections and repair the ship, repairs were deathly necessary. Lexia found herself surprised the vessel had clung into one piece after the ordeal it had been threw. She was half way still in disbelief that she was standing on a ship capable of sustaining life support. Of course, that was not to say the ship was in any way in good condition; far from it. It would take a long time to get this ship back into top shape.

 

The last thing that was painfully clear was the fact that affected the Trill personally. As far as she could tell, she was the highest ranking doctor aboard this section of the vessel. She straitened her stance, feeling the dark navy fabric move gently along her waist and thighs. She realized that she was now personally responsible for the injured on this vessel; and she’d be damned if she would let them down.

Edited October 10, 2006 by Lexia