@Sheila Bailey This is one of the best sims I have seen you write, I enjoyed learning more about Bailey.
((Shopping Promenade, Star Station Esperance))
::In all the time Bailey spent working with Rosemary she almost missed Solok’s message. Afterwards she was glad to be leaving; maybe then she would get an idea of what had happened elsewhere. ‘Running’ or more so placing both her crutches in front of her and swinging her legs forward so that she could move faster down the corridor, the rest of the medical staff behind her she couldn’t help think of her older sister.::
::Cathleen Bailey was the oldest of three sisters. Cathleen sat tall most of her life, but right now all Sheila could think of was the shuttle accident she had gotten into as a young pilot. Unlike Sheila Cathleen loved to touch the stars. She ran hard and fell the fastest. But on that day all those years ago Sheila remembered pushing her way through the crowded Elaysian hospital to come face to face with her older sister who could only laugh. Cathleen said that she wished she had gone faster instead of crashing. It never broke her spirit only Genevieve and Raymond Bailey’s heart. Cathleen was told that if she was to ever leave the planet she would have no choice but to be confined to a wheelchair. Never stopped her.::
::Now standing, Bailey wasn’t sure how long later, on the shopping promenade of the Star Station Esperance she felt lost. She missed the things that helped her lessen the pain and not knowing if she would ever get them back was breaking her heart. What she missed most of all was Beelam. The two girls could communicate through looks alone. But she also missed the strong touch of Chen her best Vulcan friend. Yes, back in the academy the three of them had a relationship. Beelam understood emotions, Sheila knew how to mold those emotion so they didn’t get out of hand and Chen surprisingly for a Vulcan knew how to love. Standing there leaning all her weight on her crutches, the bright pink of them was suddenly screaming at her.::
::Sheila could hear her mother’s voice, her mother only ever called her Jack, her mother’s voice that always seemed to scream trying to compensate for her hearing loss. What her mother would say now was: “You don’t need them.” or “What a shame for loving more than one. Only a Denobulan would do that.” Her father would want to study the creature, no Rosemary, that was still attached to her. Sheila knew Rosemary was not going to let go even though she wanted to. At this point Rosemary had flatted herself on Bailey’s back. It through of her center of gravity even more but at least Rosemary was healing.::
::Sheila was just contemplating finding a place to finally write to Chen when she spotted the first officer.::
Rosek: Doctor Bailey!
::When the woman looked in her direction, Lael began moving toward her slowly, the foot of the crutch catching only once on the deck plating.::
Bailey: Please call me Sheila or do what my mother does and call me Jack. Please none of this doctor business when we’re off duty. How are you?
Rosek: ::smiles:: Not bad all things considered. Doing a bit of shopping?
::Sheila did a double take. She was conflicted. Help a friend or follow her heart. Looking at Lael Sheila saw a mix of Beelam and herself. A women strong but a bit broken by the circumstances. Sheila almost wanted to go all doctor mode on her but that could be saved for a minute.::
Bailey: Why? A good looking girl like yourself surely doesn't need anything.
Rosek: ::smiles sheepishly:: I lost my best clothes and German’s parents are coming for a visit soon. This might be my last chance to get something that doesn’t come from a replicator.
::Sheila not for the first time felt bad for flirting. It always came worse when she was around woman. She always told Beelam that she was strong. This time it felt wrong as by the way Lael talked about German’s parents it sounded like more than just First Officer duty.::
::Sheila didn’t know what to say. She loved dressing up but she had to be careful of the exoskeleton. If she had to wear it on bare skin it left marks, pinched and on occasion made her itch.::
::Bailey only nodded.::
Rosek: ::smirks:: No replicator can beat the hard work of a fine clothier.
Bailey: Oh! I… I get that. You sure your doing okay?
Rosek: ::worries her lip and nods before turning it into a smile:: I’m a bit nervous, yeah. But I’m sure it’ll be fine.
Bailey: I’m sorry to be so forward but, that’s how I am, I know you probably got medical help but I can see how uncomfortable you are. Is there anything I can do?
::Sheila wanted to hit herself this time. What a dumb thing to say more so to the XO. My god! Maybe Sheila needed someone like her around.::
::As they walked the conversation drew awkward for a moment. They had to stop a few times and Sheila noted how badly she need pain relief. The two of them walked around the store, Sheila giving Lael advice when before long she blurted out the worst possible thing.::
Bailey: How do you go on? How do you go on knowing that the one might not be the one?
Bailey: I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean. You mentioned German. He’s Denobulan. I’m sorry.
::What was she doing. What was she saying. Why now? Her mind was playing tricks, she was in to much pain, couldn’t think. Maybe it was Rosemary. Maybe now that she was healing she was making her think all this horrid thoughts.::
Bailey: I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m thinking. You don’t need any more problems in your life. ::Under her breath.:: I’m strong, tough.
::The two of them looked around some more but suddenly Bailey couldn’t take it anymore.::
Bailey: I’m in a relationship.
::Stupid stupid. Sheila’s breathing started to pick up a bit but she did her best to keep things under control. She could not break down now. Not in front of Lael. Sheila could feel Rosemary tighten around her.::
oO Not helping. Oo
Bailey: How about this dress? ::Her breathing was short and sharp.::
::Bailey pulled a gray dress down that had cut outs around the shoulders. It was a distraction, a way to try and change the subject. She was not going to panic or let the pain make her panic. She had to stay strong.::
Ensign Sheila Bailey
USS Montreal NCC-64927