ILLUMINARRPG: Illuminarrpg (4- 8:30, 9:00, 9:07) CTO Ensing T'Mur

[Al Muir]

Mission:  A Cure Delayed
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.10.28

(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- CTO Ensign T’Mur – 0830)

T’Mur looked over at Sienna, who was still asleep. She made care not to wake her when she rose to get ready for her day. Her finger tips ran over her own lips as she recalled the pressure of Sienna’s lips on them. She was suddenly enveloped by a wave of happiness, that was quickly followed by the ebb of self loathing.

How could she have been so careless and selfish.  She now worried as to whether she had passed her own affliction upon this woman who had done nothing more than show her kindness and love.  Now she might be infected.  That’s how Pa’Nar worked.  It was passed from one being to another, as if it were some virus.  T’Mur had allowed the moment of fulfillment to overwhelm her personal judgement.  She had never, intentionally, allowed another to touch her mind, knowing the consequences.  Now she had subjected another, someone that she cared about, to be subject to the same humiliation and censure that she had experience for so many years.

If nothing else, last night showed the importance of this treatment.  For the very least, to protect Sienna from the hazards of this syndrome.  An emotional response?  A logical choice made because of a 0.1 % necessary emotional connection.  T’Mur dressed in a light and loose fitting outfit in recognition of the work and time that she had ahead of her.  She would need to be comfortable.  Well, as comfortable as she could be.  There was only so much she had control of.

Once dressed she stood at the doorway and took one more look back at the woman in her bed.  She so wanted to wake her and hold her tightly, searching for a last touch of care before her ordeal.  Instead, she took a deep breath and stepped out of the suite to meet with Captain Sekal in the lobby.

 (Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Foyer- CTO Ensign T'Mur — 0900)

The entourage for this morning had been much smaller than had accompanied her the previous day.  Today it was simply Captain Sekal and his shadow, Petty Officer Hammond, who seemed determined to never let the captain go anywhere unaccompanied, and Dr. Solice.  Quinn’s looked said volumes about her feelings.  Unfortunately it did not fill T’Mur with the confidence that she was certain the doctor had intended.

They were met at the entrance of the building by one of Dr. Tate’s assistants and quickly whisked through the registration process with a palm print from T’Muir and then wicked up to the treatment rooms.  Within five minutes T’Mur was laying on a bed waiting to start.

 (Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Neural Treatment Suite 2- CTO Ensign T'Mur — 0907)

T'Mur lay on her back on the table.  She had never felt so vulnerable in her life.  She wondered if that was how it felt to be subject of experimental procedures.  It was not a logical sensation, but it existed none the less.  She laced her fingers across her chest and closed her eyes, breathing to ease her tension.   T’Mur had been grateful that the process of preparation required er to NOT answer any further questions.  She did know, though, that even after this, and her body was healed, that there was still work to be done.

"Just relax,” Tate offered, "you are going to be here for the next 13 days but it won't seem like it. You will go to sleep and when you wake up you will be a new woman."

T’Mur opened her eyes and looked at the doctor.  Deep in the recesses of her eyes she could almost hear her thoughts and concerns.  “That,” she replied, “might be my biggest concern.   Who will I be after."

"The side effect I noted before is very simple and not dangerous. The neural regeneration rolls back the clock for a patient but is more noticeable in the aged. Those who are old have regained 30 years or more of their youth while the young are hardly changed at all. You are young enough that you will barely notice a difference. It doesn't affect one temporally. A person isn't changed from an adult to a youth or a child, it merely rejuvenates the one who goes under it."

T’Mur nodded, “That is a relief, as my childhood is not a time I would prefer to repeat.  I have read about the process, but to experience it will be… unique.”

Tate went on to explain the process and the time frame.  Six of the thirteen days would be the mechanism taking over and releasing control of her involuntary functions.  The other seven days will be the treatment.  Being in stasis for 13 days is far from a record, but it was 13 more days of stasis than she had experienced before.

“I wonder,” T’Mur said, not really expecting an answer, “if my brain functions will remain constant.  Will I remember any of the treatment, or even dream?”

(reply Tate, if you want)

Tate came up to the table and put a gentle hand on T’Mur’s shoulder.  She smiled kindly, which was followed by a sharp sting of the injection.  She stepped away, out of sight.  There was a slight hum as the probes descended into place.  That was soon replaced by a higher pithed hum.

The last words she heard were from Tate saying, “Almost there."

She closed her eyes and could feel the table retract.  She had meant to open her eyes one more time, more out of curiosity, but found that they would not open.  There was a momentary feeling of constriction, and then … .

T’Mur was no longer conscious of what was happening around her.  Her last thought was a line she had learned from an old Earth book.  ~In for a penny…~

(reply Solice, Tate, Sekal)
(posted by Al Muir)
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