Summary: Melia briefly drops in on Zaharis
Date: 122 ACH
Related Logs: Death Patrol

CMO's Quarters Genesis - Deck 13
122 ACH 24277 Souls

The quarters of the Chief Medical Officer are a spacious area, with large inset bookshelves holding Medical Texts, Biological works, and papers on advanced surgical procedures. A table surrounded by chairs is in the main section of the room, ashtrays on the table rest beside a few open books. A small personal head is located off the main room through a doorway. A rack and bed is set into a wall, neatly made. In the rear of the quarters is a desk with a locked file cabinet behind it and chairs placed in front of the desk, while behind it is a nice chair with lower back support. A computer terminal is on the desk with a number of security protocols on it to prevent unauthorized access.

A knock…

Melia comes in from Corridor 13A.
Melia has arrived.

Zaharis is at his table and dressed in his off-duties, kept company by the little gingko plant nearby. His table is piled high with work folders, not much different from his office. A cigarette burns in an ashtray.

Melia slips in, in her sweats. It looks like she's recently been asleep, or napping, at the very least. There's a pillow crease along one cheek and her hair's just a little toussled. "Evening, Major," she calls, a smile on her face. It's very close to her normal, pre-morgue duty smile. "I hope I'm not interrupting?"

Maybe it's the obvious signs of sleep on her face that sparks a massive yawn from Zaharis as soon as he looks at her. He shuts his eyes, putting the back of his hand in front of his mouth and waving the other one in temporary apology until he can talk again. "Gah. Sorry, Ensign. No, come on in."

She watches him for a moment, a hint of fondness on her face, then steps closer to the desk. "I woke up from a dream and realized I'd forgotten to drop this off," she says quietly, pulling a white tube out of her pocket. On the outside of the tube is a label, written in a very neat and precise hand. There's a listing of herbal ingredients, percentages, and application instructions. One application twice daily as needed. She offers it out to the CMO. "And I wanted to check on you, see how you were doing after last night." That has the smile dimming a little, likely in response to the severity of what they saw.

"Oh, thank you." Zaharis takes the tube and glances at the writing on it. "Lieutenant Pomona gave me some aloe the other day. Between the two of you I'll end up looking better than I did before." His tone is appreciative, despite the joking. He sets it down and looks back at her. "I'm doing fine. And what about you? Look like you've gotten some sleep, that's good."

Melia chuckles quietly. "The aloe will help quite a bit. In fact, this has some aloe in it. But the other herbs will help act as a preventative so there'll be no infection - and also no need to scratch." She reaches up to brush her hair back out of her face. Curls gone wild. "A couple hours," she admits. "I was in the lab until late afternoon, then just needed to get away from it." Her head tilts to the side a little. "Are you doing alright with things, Sir?"

Zaharis nods, the side of his lip tugging up just a little. "You just asked me that, Sullivan. I'm fine. Have you been able to try any of the new food? I know eating's probably still far from your mind, but you should keep your strength up."

Melia blinks at him for a moment, a little owlishly, then colors. "Sorry, Sir. Brain's still scrambled from sleep," she says with a laugh. "And no, not yet. I've…well, before I fell asleep I really didn't want to eat. The thought of food still has me a little queasy. I'll make myself eat a decent breakfast in the morning, but if I ate now, I think it would all come right back up again. I had one of those good, hard cries that twists your stomach in knots until everything's gone. So tonight's a bland night for me. I may, if I can find some, appropriate a cup of tea. How about you?"

"Why don't you try some broth," Zaharis suggests to her. "Don't put too much salt in it, shouldn't be too hard on your system. Mess hall probably has some on hand."

Her lips quirk at one corner and she dips her head, once. "I'll try that," she says quietly. "Is there anything I can drop by on my way back through, Sir?"

Zaharis shakes his head. "Think I'm alright, thank you. Unless you can convince logistics to cough up an extra pillow."

Melia raises a brow at that, consideringly. "Actually, that shouldn't be too difficult at all, Sir," she says with a grin. "I'll swing by with it on my way back through." She pauses, though. "Do you want me back on Morgue and lab tomorrow, Sir? I haven't had a chance to see how far the other teams have gotten."

Zaharis rubs his ring finger at the corner of his eye, glancing around his desk. "I don't think I brought the shift roster with me. I have you scheduled up for your shift, but you'll have to check the board when you go in."

She dips her head, smile warm. "I'll do that," she says quietly. "I just want to make sure that the later test results match out with the ones I left on your desk this morning and make sure there are no anomolies." A pause. "No further anomolies, that is. Alright, Major. I'll drop the pillow by on my way back from Mess. Get some rest when you can?"

"Get yourself some broth," Zaharis says, picking his pen back up. "Don't make me make that an order."

Her laugh is soft and warm. "I already promised I would," she says. "That's why I'm going to Mess -first-, then to get your pillow. Have a good night, Sir." And then she's off for the door, before he -can- make it an order.

Zaharis waits until her back is turned before he smiles faintly. His pen clicks and he looks back down at his papers, returning to work.

Melia leaves for Corridor 13A [O].
Melia has left.

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