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The hatchway immediately opens into the larger room, though the muted blues of the room are complimented by the white sheets on the various beds lying at wait for any injured personnel, which are lain out in neat rows. Curtains are available around certain bed bays for examinations and privacy during them. Rows of lockers around the room are labeled in easy-to-read yellows that contain everything from surgical supplies to the basic items such as sterilized bandages. A counter to the Fore end of the room is the ships pharmacist and can dispense items like aspirin and ibuprofen to anyone who might need it. Behind the manned counter stands an electronically locked metal door that leads back to some of the more controlled pharmacological items. Vendas has agreed to keep her appointment. Whatever she did afterwards seemed to settle her down and at least hold her over until now. Probably doing her best not to look pensive. But she sighs in resignation and moves off towards the curtain. She motions for the satchel. Once the woman is settled onto the sterile little bed, she offers up the bag of tea…'A gift for you… Blessed by Demeter. I know Apollo is your lord… but he is… Unhappy with you, sir. Demeter accepted the prayers, though. For rest and health… ' Camille looks, for just a moment, haunted, as she speaks of her prayers to Apollo. Vendas takes a seat and becomes quiet. People who have a similar understanding of religion seem to at least make her more comfortable. Its probably something pretty personal to her. She reaches for the teabag and smiles. Is there any hot water? Camille nods immediately, ducking out to grab the kettle she always keeps around and one of her own tea bags. She returns with that in one hand and two tea cups held by their handles in her other palm. She sets them down on the edge of the table by the bed and begins preparing the tea quietly, murmuring a simple prayer to Demeter as she goes. The candle sputtered and eventually died, and the first batch of tea I made was… horribly soured. So…I returned to my goddess. She accepted your prayers… hence this tea. But… ' Camille shakes her head slowly…'Have you offended your god, Major? So instead she listens in silence, her face paling. This has her more flustered than when she walked in yesterday. Her gaze eventually leaves Camille and settles on the wall. I stumble on them or forget them. But I pray every night and every morning. Before I fall asleep and before I get out of bed. I do my devotions when I need to and spend time in meditation.. I gave over my body and soul to Apollo years ago. Camille nods slowly, her brows furrowing as she studies the woman deeply. Possibly a… curse… of sorts. She then offers the mug quietly and scoops up her own. Perhaps it is time to move on… If you have not been well… and I am guessing you are not feeling well when you asks me to run tests for drugs and there are no drugs present, well… Sometimes we cannot all be warriors. Perhaps Apollo is telling you something.? Vendas shakes her head sadly. She reaches for the mug of tea with a nodded thanks and holds it in her hands, fingers looped through the handle. Its why I dedicate myself to him. I cannot abandon him. Nor can I abandon my own flock. Now, it might mean the difference between sanity and survival. The handle cracks at both ends in one instant, crumbling to pieces in her hand as the mug moves to her lips. She tries to reach for it with her other but only tumbles it down the front of her dress uniform and onto the floor where the cup shatters. Were this a simply medical situation, Camille could far better hide her emotions. She ducks out to grab a towel, returning a moment later. She hands one cloth to Vendas to dab herself off and uses the other on the floor. But I must beg… let me do further tests. Talk to me about what is going on… whether it is physically or with the gods I am possibly the only person on this ship who works in both words like this… And you should NOT be alone right now…'. Vendas just stares at the shattered remains of the mug. When she stands, she backs away a few feet, not even noticing the piping hot tea dripping down her shirt.. Its written across her face in the near panic - not a good thing for a CAG to show anyone. Its not until Camille speaks again that Vendas looks back to her. I think getting these tests may have only made things worse. I need to meditate. I need to find answers. She opens the curtain, ignoring the hot tea down her uniform still. We can keep this strictly on the side of the gods, though I highly doubt command will approve of that. However you are most comfortable with it being done. Do not let this go… you put your flock at risk every day that passes and you do not care for yourself. How can you care for them if you are ailing? Vendas looks to the hand holding her wrist and her breath quickens. Her panicked eyes lift to Camille. Camille lets go of the wrist, her eyes levelling quietly with Vendas…'Do you think perhaps Apollo is unhappy because you -are- putting your flock at risk by not caring for yourself? I think getting whatever this is, physically, looked after… will help him smile on you again. Because you are no longer putting those whom you have pledged to care for in danger for your own weakness. Apollo will see through your excuses, Major. I am betting he already has. The Major looks like she has a retort ready to fire. Target locked, missiles hot. But the desperate fire in her eyes flickers and dies like a candle being blown out. She lifts her hands to run through her hair as she looks back to the floor. The stress of this is suddenly crashing down on her like a ton of bricks. Hands turn to fists in her thick blonde locks and she collapses back into the chair. What you are finally doing… and you have come to the right woman. You must truly wish help… work with me. Pride set aside… excuses and lies. Because yes, you can lie to me, but you cannot lie to the gods and they are clearly involved already. So…work with me, alright? And we shall get you back to your flock. Her brain is crashing into the ground every half second. The Gods are mad at her. Apollo is mad about her flock? Or is it something else? The woman is incredibly tense. My only pride is for others. What I could have done! Camille shakes her head slowly, 'I do not know. I will figure it out, though. I need you to tell me -everything- that has been happening. All your symptoms, all your difficulties with devotions… Everything. We have to try everything… you have to be willing to work with me. No one can be healed without wanting health first and giving themselves to the process…Just like prayer. It does not work if you do not mean it. Vendas finally releases the fist-fulls of hair. Her hands drop and she leans forward with her elbows resting on her knees. This is not how she wanted this to go. Some things are expected. Offerings break or just disappear from my pocket. I need to make that right. Camille remains kneeled before the CAG, her fingertips touching, near, close. The doctor sighs quietly, a frown crossing her lips at the comment about the gods…'I do not know if you have or not…I have never seen them react this… Strongly before. But there is a Chaplain for a reason. He…he is a good man. He always has been. Maybe she has history with the man? I go every night. After third shift here. Bare feet, prayer robes…you may bring your own rituals. But you need not do this alone. Vendas sighs and nods a few times. I would occasionally host prayer groups back ten years or so ago. And a little confused. She looks up and clears her throat. A hand wipes at her nose and she looks to Camille blankly. I mean, that I need should know? Camille considers that, resting her lips together quietly, before shaking her head. And I will see you at prayers, then. It is a good step, I promise. Its a suddenly odd change in attitude. Maybe the Gods are frakking with her again. Maybe a billion things. But she nods a few times. Thanks for, uh, everything. Camille tilts her head, studying Vendas just a bit deeper, a touch of confusion on her brow…'Major… are you… Okay? Vendas, once again, looks physically fine. No drain of color or anything. Why do you ask? Is there something I should know about? Sorry to disturb you. Camille watches her go, biting her lower lip with a worried bit of a sigh. Create account or Sign in. Angry Gods and Drugs Summary: The CAG goes back for her doctors appoint and blood results. 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