"Sickbay - The Dream Weaver"

[JasFMcCellan 0]

Sept. 16, 2155

Personal log

CMO

Jasmine And (ghostly) Willow

 

 

Doctor McCellan perched on a biobed, clean, and relatively soft. Like a sparrow, she observed her nest, sickbay. No one was around. Her breath was the only sound in the room.

 

Taking a light breath, she took a memory stroll. It wasn't long before that her sickbay were filled with injured and dying patients, all who were treated and sent back to their own home, and their own sickbay. Her mind focused on Dr. Shaun Quinn. He suffered alot of burns to his face and body, he was breathing with aid from a pressure diffusion device.

 

"Challenger! The Death Ship! NO! I Will Not Be Taken!" He had said. To Jasmine, this was very insulting and damaging to her feelings, she just now had felt them. It hurt. It hurt. It will continue to hurt. Merely words, sound waves made from moving cartilage. But it hurt. Her ship, her colleagues equate to "Death Ship"? It cannot be, It will not be ... Never. Her mind flashed. Bio engineering? Weapons? Dying Caitian? No. She lost image in her mind, sickbay was in front of her, clean, no scent of death.

 

"I will focus on the good days ..." She mumbled, cramming every single detail about Dr. Willow McDaniel in her mind.

 

Willow clamped a hand on Jas' shoulder. "You looked kind of worried. Don't worry, you'll do fine bein' in charge." She gave Jas a sad little smile.

 

She looked up and could not believe it. "Willow!"

 

Walking back to where her bag was sitting, Willow continued. "You'll be in charge after I leave. Don't let them give yah too much trouble about it, you deserve the promotion. There's no need for them to replace me with someone new." She tossed another strange looking something into the bag. "I'm sorry I'm leavin' you in such a hurry. I just... I need to be there for Mom."

 

Jasmine's surprised smile disappeared. "But, I'm not ready yet, maybe they should assign another CMO ..."

 

"Don't say that, girl. Those kinds of thoughts will have you runnin' from the ship like I am. I'm not cut out for this space stuff, but you are." Willow waved a finger at her. "You've got the stomach for it, and I know it. You take care a business like no one else." She reached out and smoothed Jas' hair down. "I know that whatever happens they'll be able to count on you."

 

"Willow... oh ..." A tear fell from her eye. With all there it was to be said, said and done with. There was no debate, Willow had obligations that she could not ignore. "I understand, I won't let you down, sir." She found her self embracing Willow.

 

And Willow hugged her back. Her dad had died unexpectedly, her mom had asked her to come home, and she wanted to go... but here was a little girl she was putting in charge of something that had always felt a little out of control taking care of -- Challenger's sickbay. But she had meant what she had said. "Good girl, Jas. Good girl. You can do this..."

 

Jas looked up, somehow she felt very close to her chief ... no ... her friend. The one that had took care of her from the beginning. She nodded, but it begun to occur, Willow's figure faded from her arms, the solid shape melted into the surrounding. She became air, still Jasmine held the space tightly.

 

"Good girl, Jas. Good Girl. You can do this ..." Dr. McDaniel faded completely, the voice fading but fought to be heard. "You can do this ... You can do this ... You can do this ... You can do this!"

 

"I can do this ..." Jas mouthed the words, her sight cleared. Sickbay.

 

"I can do this ..." Her voice was only a ripple in the still air. Her tears flowed down her cheeks, a sickbay pillow in her arms.

 

Memories, it was some time ago but she remembered it vividly. She brushed away the burning tears and sighed, maybe Willow was right ...

 

"I can do this ..."

Edited September 17, 2005 by JasFMcCellan