Previous Next

Helping out a friend

Posted on Tue Aug 27th, 2019 @ 10:58am by Lieutenant Commander Idra Kizohl & Lieutenant JG Eza Bergen PhD

Mission: Episode 8: A Greater Power
Location: Counsellor's Office
Timeline: Day 181 at 1310

Eza had spent most of his time since the 'awaking' as it had come to be called, in the science lab. He had delegated most of the bridge duty to other members of the department. His first mandated counselling appointment was about to begin and he had been dreading it, the last thing he wanted to do was talk about what had happened.

He entered the waiting area and gave his name to the crewman manning the reception desk and took a seat.

It wasn't long before a familiar looking woman appeared at the door with open arms. "Eza!" Counsellor Kizohl greeted the younger man, the two familiar with each other from their time on the Ulysses under Captain Drayton before the merger with the Nogura.

The fact that it was Idra made the process slightly more bearable. "How are you Idra?" He asked as he took a seat.

"The Counsellor smiled as she embraced the Lieutenant and then pulled away slowly. "I'm good, Eza, thank you," she grinned, gesturing for the chairs in the centre of her office and walked towards the replicator. "Can I get you something?"

"Peppermint tea," He said taking a seat.

"Peppermint tea and a hot chocolate," she called out to the replicator and waited a short while until the matter-reaction device had completed its task and lifted the tray, carrying it towards the seats where Eza was now sitting. "So, talk to me," the Counsellor smiled as she took her seat and handed over her friends beverage, "tell me what's on your mind..."

He took a sip the from the mug, "Well, I'm sort of sleeping again which is a win I guess, survivor guilt just like most of the crew, the unnerved part of having your mind in some sort of collective unconscious, not knowing how many times we died, but didn't actually die."

Idra knew the exact number of times everyone in the simulation had 'died', and they varied greatly, but she refused to share it with them. "I can understand why you might feel like survivors guilt is what you are experiencing, but you need to remember, you were never in the situation in question. There is no reason for you to feel guilt because the situations you experienced never happened. What we need to do is help you to see them as more of a dream, or nightmare-like scenario. That way, you can process these feelings and eventually forget about them," she advised of her friend and colleague.

"Dreams, hell nightmares would be fine, I don't think I've had either since we returned." Eza said sipping his tea.

"Interesting," Idra mused as she sat forward, her feet planted on the ground, "no dreams or nightmares suggests a lack of REM sleep. Have you been having trouble sleeping, Eza?"

"Yea, I seem to be full of this nervous energy I can't get rid of, although I've probably run the equivalent of three marathons already this week."

"Right, the first thing I suggest is you go to sickbay and get some help with your sleeping," the Counsellor advised as she made a note on her data PADD. "So, tell me what you are thinking of when you have all this built up energy?"

"My brain just keeps running over the events of the whole abduction. I try not to focus on it, but whenever I'm not focused on something else it's just there." Eza replied.

"And what are you thinking about in terms of the abduction?" the Counsellor queried, eager to get to the bottom of the Lieutenant's inability to sleep.

"I remember the last simulation, if you think of it that way, but knowing there were others, it's like my brain keeps coming up with what could have happened." Eza said.

"Well that's different," the Counsellor smiled as she sat forward on the edge of her seat and clarified her statement. "Everyone I have spoken to so far has been concerned with what happened in the last simulation, or what has happened since they found out that it wasn't real, but you are looking at it very differently. You are worrying about what might have been, your mind conjuring up all sorts of scenarios that you have no idea are true, false or what," she told before standing up and going over to her desk and picking up a larger data PADD. "Here," she smiled as she offered it out, "I want you to keep a record of every dream, every nightmare, every conjuring of possible scenarios. It's common practice in psychology to deal with these things by talking through them and understanding them."

"So you want me to actually think about these things, and focus on them? And then write them down?" Eza said slightly confused.

"It's the only way we're going to get past them," Idra nodded in confirmation, "especially if you experience any of them repeatedly. I specialised in dream and thought analysis back at University," the Trill revealed as she sat back, a smug look on her face.

"Well, I'm willing to try it." Eza said taking the PADD.

"Excellent," Idra smiled. "Your next task is to do what?"

"We're upgrading the lateral sensors and then we're refitting a lab." Eza said.

"No!" Idra laughed as she relaxed some more, "I meant your next task in relation to our discussions."

"Oh," Eza said laughing, "Isn't that your job to tell me what I need to do."

"Get yourself to the doctor and get a good nights sleep!" she reminded him.

"Oh Right right. Fine, I'll go." Eza admitted defeated and agreed to go.

"We'll meet up in a few days and see how you're getting on," Idra smiled, rising to her feet and stretching a little. "If you need anything in the meantime, let me know!"

"Of course, thanks Idra." He said with a nod as he headed for the door.


Previous Next