> wash away my sanity [ chapel | open ]

[cortisone]

[ she'd stepped out of sickbay for a moment, just a moment, but when she stepped back into that white room, it wasn't biobeds she saw or monitors or any sign of doctor mccoy. no, there wasn't any sign of those white walls that were too white even for a hospital; those white walls that were everywhere on this ship that gave it a feeling she could only label as "disinfected." it had a clean feeling to it. clean and comfortable and bright. this wasn't bright. this was...darker, more neutral. the brown of the walls and floors giving a questionable impression that made her frown at the railing she stood next to. nevermind that she didn't know where she was.

christine had been carrying a comm, but it didn't seem to be on her now and she knew she didn't slip up and accidentally inject herself with some sort of hallucinatory anesthetic -- especially since she hadn't even been handling anything of the sort today, so there was only one conclusion to be made. ]

...I am really not the person to be kidnapping with the hopes of something to gain from it.

[ the captain probably didn't even know her name. what was the point in this? ]