ILLUMINARRPG: (3-1600)- Dr. Felicity Tate

[Charles Gatling]

Mission:  A Cure Delayed
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.10.27

 (Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Director’s Office- Dr. Felicity Tate --
1600)

“Is that the information that you were seeking?” T'Mur inquired.

Felicity had been listening closely with growing horror. The Vulcan
female's voice, her manner and revulsion all added up to one inescapable
conclusion. She was about to open her mouth when Dr. Solice cut her off.

 “Ok, I think that is enough for the day. It has been a very long day and
it is time to rest. There is nothing you need to know today that cannot be
asked tomorrow.”

Felicity turned her head to the Doctor and nodded. "I agree. Thank you for
being here." She then turned her attention back to the patient. "The
treatment suite will be ready by 9 am. I will see you tomorrow. Thank you
for being patient with me and I apologize for dredging up the past."

She watched the two women leave and waited until the door had shut behind
them before leaning on the desktop and burying her head in her hands. No
crusades to right a long standing injustice would begin here. The woman who
had come had been traumatized not only by the experience but by its
following stigma. She carried the guilt of countless victims before her
like a scarlet letter. Felicity was not a counselor and what T'Mur needed
desperately she could not give her. She could heal her body yes but not her
soul, her Katra.

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she considered what she had
heard. The cover-up had begun at the Vulcans parents and the Healer had
been complicit. In doing so perhaps he had thought in his own logical
fashion that he was sparing her further pain. Or perhaps it had been a
cold-blooded business decision. In the end he had followed the wishes of
the parents of a very scared and shattered girl.

Her communication with him now took on a different tone. Maybe he had
simply been continuing their wishes. In the end though he had attempted to
lay the blame on this woman.

And she hated him for it. Hated that such an outwardly enlightened culture
should contain such rot, so much pain for someone who had been brutally
treated. And that they would continue to do so long after the crime.

She allowed the tears to flow freely as she sobbed. She had never seen such
emotional pain before and it devastated her. And Felicity had brought it to
the surface. She felt soiled, stained by her action. She was not at fault,
she knew that. She had simply been trying to help but at this moment it
didn't matter.

The comm buzzed but she ignored it. She couldn't talk right now, not when
she was like this but she needed to pull herself together. The staff would
become concerned and come to check on her and she couldn't be seen in this
state.

And so it was a few minutes later when one of the healers came through the
door her face was dry and she was on the terminal checking on the scans
taken of T'Mur. She kept her face averted and on the screen so that he
couldn't see her reddened eyes.

The healing of the body would begin tomorrow. But when oh when would the
scars on her psyche ever be removed?

(Reply: None needed)

(Posted by Charles G)



Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240


"The light shines brightest amidst the deepest darkness."
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