ILLUMINARRPG: Illuminarrpg: (6-0437) CTO Ensign T'Mur

[Al Muir]

Mission: A Cure Delayed
Day: 6
Stardate: 2445.10.30

(Vulcan - ShiKahr – Nivar Institute– Neural Treatment Room 2- CTO Ensign T'Mur – 0437)
(Vulcan- Vulcana Regar-Young T’Mur- Night)

T’Mur felt herself be covered and lifted up.  She had been carried through the darkness to a bright light.  Then she felt herself being put down on a surface and uncovered.  An even brighter light was shined in her eyes.  Then she could feel the touch of hands all over her body. It made her tingle and anxious.  Surely they hadn’t come back to do more harm.  Then the world spun, and the light went away.  She was left in darkness and oblivion.

She had no idea how much time had passed when she realized that she was in a medical center.  The medics at the Regar Medical Center cleaned T’Mur up, and took evidence of the assault.  There was no kindness in the act, simply the cold act of doing what needed to be done.  Nobody asked how she felt, or even what had happened.  It was clear what had happened.  It was clear that this young girl would not be able to help identify the culprits.  So the logical course was to not ask her questions they knew she couldn’t answer and simply treat the wounds.  Of course, some wounds could not be treated, and something when taken cannot be given back.  And that was all there was to it.

Eventually they were able to get the name of her parents out o the girl and sent them a communication.  When her parents arrived T’Mur had no idea what to expect.  However, she did not expect what happened next.  She watched as her parents spoke with the doctors. There was an exchange of words that she was unable to hear over the ringing in her ears.  They looked over at her and stopped talking.  Then the conversation began again.  Her father shook his head.  Her mother seemed… angry was to strong of a word, but emotional was accurate.  There appeared to be… an argument going on.

Finally they all came into the treatment room and stood in an uncomfortable silence for 2.6 minutes.  The medical staff looked at her with what could only described as Vulcan concern.  Her father looked at her… was that sadness in his gaze?  Her mother couldn’t even look at her.  She threw some of her clothes onto the bed that she had been treated on.

“Get dressed T’Mur,” she said, “we shall take our leave of this facility momentarily.”

“I must restate my objection,” the doctor said.  “Your daughter requires treatment.  There is evidence that she has been…”

“We understand the nature of her attack,” her mother stated coldly.  “We will deal with this ourselves.”

“But do you understand the dangers?” the doctor continued.  “The consequences of the …”

“Incident?” her mother interrupted the sentence.

“Very well, the incident, could be life threatening,” he said trying to get the parents to comprehend the situation.  “It WILL get worse.  There is a treatment, but we do not have the facilities here.  If we could transport her to a better equipped facility…”

“We have already stated our wished,” Mother replied.  “We WILL take care of it.  But we cannot have word of this getting out.  It will destroy our business… our lives.  Nobody can know.”

T’Mur could not even get a word in.  To be honest, she had no idea what they were talking about.  True, she had been raped, physically and mentally.  As unpleasant as that experience had been how could that be more  life threatening.  She just didn’t understand.  Suddenly everything went black.

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(posted by Al Muir)
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