"Dreadful Day"

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Ens. Jas Mc'Cellan

Assistant Medical officer

Log Entry

 

 

 

Jasmine stepped out of the shuttlecraft and on to the street, she took a deep breath of the atmosphere, it smelled good, it smelled like home. She entered her home, surprised to find no one home to greet here she decides to sit in her room and write a letter. It was a dreadful week and she'd like to forget everything that happened. But the pain in the side of her head influenced her other wise. She couldn't forget the scene in sickbay, she couldn't forget any one's face looking so ... dead. She sat down on her wooden chair and took out a carbon copy of paper and a pen.

 

She picked up the pen and tapped it on the paper, it made a small inked dot. She thought for a hard moment about what she was going to write, and there were a million wills to console Marks' family about the lost of their son in duty. But she couldn't write it down, not yet.

 

She grit her teeth and sniffed, rubbing her eyes free of tiny specks of liquid forming and clouding up her eyes. She looked down on the paper, still she couldn't being herself to write it. She thought back to the first day that she encountered him. She had to admit, he was a strong-willed person, trying to do his best to live up his father's image and look where it have gotten him. A one way ticket to eternal rest. She dropped the pen again.

 

The memory of their ordeal on that frozen planet also flashed in her mind. He was a nice person, though he was mentally distrotted during that time, he still protected her and the chief, Willow. She willed her self to write. She took our her handkerchief and wiped her face with it and began writing.

 

 

Dear Thomas Brian Marks,

 

It is regretful ... it is with a heavy heart to inform you that your son, Jonathan Leonard Marks will not be returning to you as of short leave. It is with indescribable regret to tell you that ... he was killed on duty. There will be a memory aboard challenger and his family is welcomed to attend. A full document of all his achievements of his short time aboard will be sent to you. I am deeply sorry and share the same feelings to your loss. He was a very good person and my friend, may he rest in peace.

 

Signed, J. Mc'Cellan

AMO

NX05 Challenger

 

She put down the pen and dried her eyes. It was never good news to sent to some one, it was never good news to tell his family, it wasn't a grand letter to write, and it wasn't one of the brightest day in her life. She folded the paper in half and half and slid it into an envelope. She wrote down the Marks' address on it and sealed it. It wasn't a formal letter, but she felt necessary to send her personal regards to them.

 

Marks could have lived but she knew it was impossible for her to know what was happening in sickbay at the time of the attack. She also didn't think coherently enough after hitting her head upon the bulkhead. She rubbed the left side of her head, it still hurt, the pain bares a reminder to her of Marks. He was a patient that deserved to live but he died instead. Only 28, so young. She thought of her self, she was two years younger.

 

She placed the pen back into the drawer, her face forlorn of her usual cheerfulness, she laid her face on the desk and slowly fell asleep.

Edited February 15, 2005 by JasFMcCellan