ILLUMINARRPG: Illuminarrpg: (3- 1546) CTO Ensign T'Mur

[Al Muir]

Mission:  A Cure Delayed

Day: 3

Stardate: 2445.10.27


(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Director’s Office- CTO Ensign T’Mur – 1546)


The wait for the two doctors to finish their conversation had allowed T’Mur enough time to center herself and bring her body back into alignment with her mind. There was a quick walk to the director’s office. The continuous hum of the air conditioner buzzed in her ears, reminding her of a time that seemed so long ago now. Doctor Tate sat behind her desk and offered a seat to T’Mur and Solice. T’Mur sat down taking the glass of water offered. She looked into the water as if contemplating the secrets that it held. Then she raised the glass to her lips and too a long sip.


"The only way I know to begin this Ms. T'Mur is by asking questions,” Tate said breaking the moment.  "I have some concerns about the course of your treatment and I'm hoping you can provide me with some answers or at least clues that will lead me to the answers. Can you tell me about the healer who was treating your case? I don't mean physical characteristics or anything but his manner, the questions he asked and any insight you might have on him.”


T’Mur continued to look deeply into the water.  She knew that this was possibly going to be the question asked.  How could she tell them.  After all, she got the treatment she deserved, did she not?  Then she looked over at Quinna, who continued to look worried.  How much did she really want to reveal.  That was, of course, an emotional response.  Logic would dictate that she inform both doctors to benefit from their mutual treatment.  She took a deep breath, opened her eyes and looked up.


“The doctors who treated me after the attack gave me adequate initial first aid treatment.  That is, they cleaned my wounds and … well, cleaned me up.  However, I will say that there was very little done to address the…,” she looked over at Quinna, a guilt welled up inside her, “the rape.  My parents felt that it would be most logical if we could put it behind us and definitely not bring it up in polite society.  Nor even within ourselves.  It wasn’t until three months later that the diagnosis of Pa’Nar syndrome was discovered.  I had started to lose strength in my left hand periodically.  It was given some attention and I was given a cortical stimulator with a some directions of its use, but again, my parents wanted to keep the information very… discrete.  The doctor agreed that it would be best that few new of the diagnosis.  It might cause problems for their business.  True to their concerns, anyone that knew of it wanted nothing to do with me.  The doctor and medical staff could barely look at me.”


T’Mur realized that her heart had began to beat faster, and there was a burning sensation in her eyes.  Her body temperature had risen 2%, and she had begun to shake.  She closed her eyes, breathed and brought herself back into control.


“Is that the information that you were seeking?” she asked.


(reply Tate)

(posted by Al Muir)
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