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Guiding Hand

Posted on Sat Nov 27th, 2010 @ 6:42pm by Lieutenant Commander Deanna King

Mission: Flawed. Season 2, Episode 3
Location: Counslour suite
Timeline: Back Post

With her back pressed into the soft padding of the squashy seat Kristina Mason sighed feeling frustrated at her own inability to summarize her feelings into words: "I feel to empty, like a part of me has been lost... nothing seems the same anymore...any ordinary thing seems to have lost its shine, appeal, what ever you want to call it."

She lapsed into silence looking over to King who'd been taking notes.

"Have you every lost someone close, counselor?"

"I can't say I have," said Deanna. "But if I did, I would be devistated."

Mason turned thoughtful again. "I know death is a natural event, something I've witnessed all my life, but this... this is so much harder to cope with. It hurts, aches even. Never ending loneliness like a chasm, dark and empty."

Deanna didn't have to be half Betezoid to understanding what Mason was feeling. Deanna got up and grabbed a cup of coffee from the replicator. She also ordered a drink for Mason and sat it right in front of her.

"I know its harder when its someone you maybe close to," said Deanna.

Mutely Mason nodded taking s sip from the steam cup of tea Deanna provided having learned previously what she drank, or at least what helped to comfort her.
"Much harder. I didn't think it could be like this. I can't help but wonder if there was something else I could have done... I wasn't even with him when he died...he was alone..."

"This may not be my place, try not beat yourself about it. I know easy said than done. My senses say that no matter what you could have done, the same outcome would have happened. The most important thing is that you come to terms with what happened and move forward. That is what I am here for; to listen and help you through it. Plus I can be a friend if you want it." said Deanna.

Mason sighed. Yes, that was the same answer she'd been given from Brenari - don't beat yourself up over it, try to accept his passing and move on. "Thank you counselor I will endeavor to do so."

Deanna smiled. "You can call me Deanna if you like," said Deanna. "I bet you are tired. Why don't we try to meet again tomorrow sometime that is convenient for you."

Tired was an understatement. She hadn't been able to achieve more then a couple of hours sleep a night since the incident and Brenari was refusing to prescribe any more sleeping agents. "Thank, I'll arrange a time with your assistant on the way out." Mason rose from her seat with ease parttially because she was glad to be out of it. "Thank you again... Deanna." she pasued offering a weak smile before she departing still feeling as overwhelmed as before.

"Renee should be outside," said Deanna with a smile. Deanna looked at Kristina. "Don't worry about a thing. My door is always open if you need me. If you happen to be having a real rough time in the middle of the night; call me. I will be right there. That is what I am here for." Deanna knew that there was probably a lot of work ahead when it came to Kristina, but she vowed to help her as much as she could.

Mason smile turned genuine. "Thank you, I'll bear that in mind."

 

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