Was it Me?

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"Was It Me?"

 

Miranda gave a reassuring smile to Swan and Ty. “It will be alright. We will get through this.” She paused as she watched the two for any reaction. “I need a moment before I go the bridge.” She nodded and walked toward the back lab trying to focus her thoughts. Quietly she closed the door and leaned up against the wall for support. With a few quick taps on the control panel she locked herself in. Miranda let out a sigh as she closed her eyes. Her mind would not stop asking questions. “What had happened? Why wouldn’t she come? That wasn’t Andrea, was it?” Her eyes began to well up with tears once more. Miranda had pleaded with Andrea, begged her, tried to reason, find any hint of the officer she had known, but to no avail. She began to wonder if she had done everything in her power to save the CMO? Miranda thought she might have tired harder; she shouldn’t have shown so much emotion or seemed so weak. Maybe she should have shown more force. But it was pointless to think of all of the “what if’s”, it served no point other than to make her more distraught. She dried her eyes with the sleeve of her uniform and quickly tried to arrange her appearance so she didn’t look so worn. Miranda had been sent on a rescue mission, a rescue mission to save a beloved crewmate, a rescue mission she had failed to complete. And now what was left? A sickbay staff worn thin and in serious need of a pick me up. A command staff that would drill and question her about the Borg and the incident on the cube. And a gaping hole knowing she was the reason the CMO hadn’t returned. It was almost too much to bear. But Miranda would have to gather every ounce of strength she had to get through this because she knew she didn’t have the luxury of a mourning period, sickbay must remain operational. Miranda thought painfully, “Even if she is not coming back it is what Andrea would have wanted.”