SIM:Fenelli/Food At Last

((Sick Bay))

FENELLI: ::Scared.:: Doctor? Why...why can't I move!?

Dr. Pike tries scanning Mary but Zinna was comforting Mary by placing her hand on her shoulder, a gentle touch to calm her down. ::

PIKE: Get out of my way woman.

ZINNA: ::appalled:: Excuse me? I’m trying to help just as much as you are.

PIKE: :: Sarcastically:: Counselors, huh! You think your of use because you believe you know what’s going in their heads. Truth is, it’s just guess work. Just let her have some space. Who needs shrinks.

ZINNA: ::.Seeming angry:: Starfleet regulations calls for each starship and starbase to be equipped with a licensed mental health professional.

But Zinna moved back, giving Mary room to breathe.::

ZINNA: And ensign, you will speak to me with respect. I may outrank you by only one pip, but that is also regulation to speak to superior officers with respect.

Dr. Pike finished his scans and closed his medical tricorder.::

PIKE: I apologize. :: to Fenelli:: Ensign can you feel your toes?

FENELLI: ::Mary waited for a moment, trying to sense any feeling of her toes.:: No....

PIKE: I’m afraid you may be paralyzed. But it is most likely temporary.

FENELLI: Paralyzed? ::Mary began to panic and started to breathe heavy.::

ZINNA: The important thing is to stay calm and to take this slowly.

PIKE: You have been Injected with alkysine. A spine regenerant. It may take a little time to act. Until then we will have you transported to your quarters.

FENELLI: How long is a little while? I don't want to be in my quarters alone like this!

Mary was frantic, nothing either of the medical officers could say would ever make her feel better about this.::

ZINNA: Mary, I’ve been through a similar sort of situation and I have faith in Dr. Pike that once you get the rest you need, you’ll be back on your feet and reporting for duty. You just have to take baby steps. If you need anything, both of us are just a communicator buzz away.

PIKE: Computer transport Ensign Fenelli to her quarters.

The computer beeped in compliance and dematerialized her in a shimmer of blue light.::

((USS Atlantis-Crew Quarters))

Mary found her self lying in her bed. Alone. She tried to curl up in a ball, but it was no use.::

oO I'm going to hate this...Oo

Mary was able to shift her right arm. This made her feel better. At least she wasn't completely still. Mary tried her left arm. She could move that too.::

oO I wonder why I didn't try this earlier.Oo

Mary lifted up her arm and brushed the auburn and red strands of hair out of her face. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to sleep, because after all, she had been asleep in the sickbay.::

oO What do I do in here? Stare at the ceiling? Oo

Mary's stomach growled::

oO Why does the replicator have to be so far away? Oo

Mary thought for a moment.::

oO How do I do this? Oo

FENELLI: ::Yelling across the room:: Computer! Replicate bowtie pasta with butter garlic sauce.!

The computer buzzed with light and the Italian dinner appeared, hot and ready.::

oO Okay...how do I eat it? Oo

Mary sighed.::

FENELLI: How about I pretend to eat it. ::Mary sighed again.:: MMM! This tastes so good. ::Mary used a fake spoon to feed herself air.::

oO This isn't working! Oo

FENELLI: Foooood......Water....Atmosphere.

Mary suddenly got an idea.::

FENELLI: Computer! ::Yelling again.:: Beam the pasta from the replicator to my bed!

A shimmer of blue light, then the pasta appeared next to Mary.::

FENELLI: Ah...food!

Mary smiled and began to eat the deliciously buttery pasta.::

FENELLI: I have solved my hunger problem....

oO At least I can eat food now! Oo

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Ensign Mary Fenelli

Com/Ops Officer

USS Atlantis