[ Distractedly, Ami picks up her card box in one hand and takes Ben's hand with the other, letting him pull her up. But she doesn't let go of it as they walk, squeezing his hand as if she's afraid she'll blow away without it. It anchors her to the present, a little, gives her something to focus on other than the torrent of bizarre images and concepts racing through her head.
They won't find anything wrong with her medically, once they reach the Medbay, but it doesn't help that she struggles to articulate her "symptoms." Flashbacks? Intrusive thoughts? Hallucinations? It's like all of those, and yet not quite any of them.
In the end, there's really nothing she can do other than sleep it off. The images need time to put themselves in order, to congeal into proper memories. That's all.
She'll see him the next day at dinner, and be able to tell him she's okay, but as to what it actually was? "Maybe another time." ]
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They won't find anything wrong with her medically, once they reach the Medbay, but it doesn't help that she struggles to articulate her "symptoms." Flashbacks? Intrusive thoughts? Hallucinations? It's like all of those, and yet not quite any of them.
In the end, there's really nothing she can do other than sleep it off. The images need time to put themselves in order, to congeal into proper memories. That's all.
She'll see him the next day at dinner, and be able to tell him she's okay, but as to what it actually was? "Maybe another time." ]