Exhaustion, Nausea, and Vertigo

[B'Etor Patterson 0]

B'Etor sat up on her bunk, groaning. Maybe it was the gagh, or the Roasted Targ, or maybe even the Triple Chocolate Marshmellow sundae, whatever caused it, B'Etor was feeling the agony of food poisoning. Looking around her bunk room, she stood up, feeling dizzy. She leaned against the bunk, breathing deeply as she felt the dizziness subside.

 

"What the hell.. that's it, no more Replicated Gagh, just not kosher." She moved towards the bathroom and leaned against the counter, over the sink. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw the beads of sweat and the how she was slightly pale and groaned again, looking away. Splashing her face with water she wiped her face dry and got out her uniform, planning to get dressed for duty. She had already missed the first day of the diplomatic hoopla on the planet. She knew they would be on the ship and even though she had nothing to do with it, she knew that she needed to be at her station. She got changed and yawned pulling her hair up this time, instead of leaving it down.

 

"Computer, Ginger ale, room temperature, and five crackers." She moved to the replicator, picking up the cup and sipping at it. Nibbling on the crackers, she hoped it would settle her stomachs enough to work. She sat on the couch, looking out the window, knowing her shift would start in a little while. She just wanted to enjoy the view and feeling of her nauseated stomachs settling and calming down.

[Kansas_Jones 0]

B'Etor sat up on her bunk, groaning. Maybe it was the gagh, or the Roasted Targ, or maybe even the Triple Chocolate Marshmellow sundae, whatever caused it, B'Etor was feeling the agony of food poisoning.

 

It's always the Trple Chocolate Marshmallow Sundae. That'll do it every time.

[B'Etor Patterson 0]

Hey. Her man's on a different shift, she is depressed. Like every woman, no matter what species, she goes for the chocolate. Which would explain her problem with fitting into her uniform. LOL!