Hospital visits [Open]

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Luly has been checked into the Med Bay after a bit of an odd incident in the Mess Hall. So far she's stayed mostly of the way, given a bed in a secluded niche, and while she's ended up babbling to herself a few times or doing other odd behaviors, nothing's been obviously harmful.

With the ship's somewhat annoying lack of proper hospital robes and her disdain for the plantsuits, she's wrapped in just a sheet, hopefully while somebody figures out something to clean her usual makeshift red wrap with. At the moment she's sprawled across the bed assigned to her, focused intently on a holographic keyboard and screen being projected from a little cylinder she's placed on the bed. To look at her she could seem almost normal, except for the one hand keeps rapping out a compulsive, staccato rhythm against the bedsheets.

Comments

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

"Ah, a good psychologist might help," Luly says, voice despondent enough to suggest she doesn't view the chance of one of those being around here very high. "I've got my prescriptions, but I just kind of have to... Wait out any really severe stuff." The imaginary distraction, whatever it was, is gone, but Luly's face advertises some secret she's not admitting.

[likeselevators.livejournal.com]

"I'm afraid the best I can offer is support and my own medical skills," Lam said gently. "If you need someone to talk with, I'm always available. I might not be a psychologist or psychiatrist, but there's a high likelihood I'll be here more often than not." She tilted her chin slightly. "I've dealt with many unexpected situations, and been through more than my fair share of incidents. Whatever you choose to discuss with me will never go beyond this room. If I can help, I will, and it will always be done with your full privacy in mind."

Her fingertips touched the edge of the bed.

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Luly nods slowly, trying to keep from disorienting herself. "Part of the problem is, it's, well, a lot of it is top secret. More than top secret. I mean, like," and she's gesturingly widely, enough that it's a noticeable departure from her normal conversation, "they run you through a year of background checks before they even let you sign the papers, you know?" She looks kind of vaguely desperate. "God, I'm going to have to write my own non-disclosures..." She lets out a sigh.

[likeselevators.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know," Lam said, thinking about the secrecy surrounding the Stargate program. "I'm part of a program that's about as top secret as that. I may have had that thought about non-disclosure documents myself." Her laugh was soft and warm.

"I wish I could do more than provide vague motions of comfort. I guess all I can really do is," she gestured, "make sure you're as safe as possible, then. I'm not going to make you talk about something you can't. That's hardly fair."

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

That laugh makes Meluly relax some, smiling a little bit herself. "I could do it, I guess, but—I don't think many people would agree to the terms of violation." Her face momentarily darkens in the 'military tribunal and summary execution' sort of way.

"And thank you," she adds. "I'm glad that—well, honestly, this is better than the last attack I had."

She pauses.

"It's a monthly cycle, give or take a little, or it is when my doc doesn't have an eye on me, but..."

[likeselevators.livejournal.com]

"The better part's good," Lam said with a slight nod. "I know I'm not your doctor, but if this is cyclical, then I'll keep my own eye on it. Maybe you'll get lucky and one of your doctors will show, until then, I can at least help manage the things that aren't eyes only. Fair enough?"

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough," Luly says. "Thanks for... well, putting up with me. If there's anything I can do to make up for...?" She gestures in the direction of Lam's hand.

[likeselevators.livejournal.com]

"You have nothing to make up for. You weren't yourself. Lashing out like that was a defense mechanism. I assure you, this isn't the first time I've been injured tending a patient," Lam said gently, brushing her fingers against the plantlike bandage. "And I was not 'putting up' with you. You are no imposition."

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Luly rolls her eyes at that. "I've been a hell of an imposition, and if you don't think that you're just fooling yourself." She smiles a little, though. "It—should heal clean, at least. I take good care of my teeth."