Meta-Physical Therapy Report
MP-T ~ Session One
Therapist: Dr. Brian G. Privali
Psychic Operative: MSpc. Jyn A. Baronia
Patient: Sgt. Naomi M. Hawthorne
Audience: Lt. Adien F. Levin - Military Intelligence
Date: 08/09/2298
<Recording START>
BP: Good evening, Ms. Hawthorne. Please, take a seat.
** The sound of metal scraping against a tile floor is heard as the woman sits down at the table. Her hands immediately fold together, and sit directly infront of her.
BP: Right. So, let's dive right into it. The reported symptoms as of late. Insomnia, night terrors, lack of appetite, irritability, psychic fatigue, social isolation, detachment, and occasional hostility. Does this sound accurate, Naomi?
NH: It does, Sir.
BP: Have you been taking the prescribed medication issued at the last appointment?
NH: -- I stopped last week, Sir.
BP: And why is that, Naomi?
NH: I don’t… I don’t like the side effects, Sir. They don’t even -work-. The dreams just get longer, and... Is there anything else I can take?
BP: Very well then, Hawthorne. We’ll switch you to another medication; as promised last time; and at the next appointment, we’ll discuss how this newer one affects you. Sound good?
NH: Yes, Sir.
** The shuffling of papers is heard, and the tapping of the man in the back of the room’s foot is heard.
BP: Lieutenant Levin is the gentleman behind you. He’s simply here to observe how your recovery is going, as well as gather some intelligence to better understand what happened down there. We'll start off with this. Can you tell me why you've refused to speak about the assault on Terra so far? Mind you, I understand the trauma you may have suffered under the assault, but we need some semblance of cooperation from you, if we are to learn -anything-.
NH: I can't remember it, Sir.
BP: Is it that you can't remember it, or is it that you don't want to?
NH: (No response)
BP: Hawthorne?
NH: I don't know, Sir.
BP: -- Very well. In that case, the specialist will be assisting in helping you recollect your memories.
** The shuffle of footsteps is heard as the woman in the back corner approaches, a purple beret sat atop her short, brown hair. She spoke with a thick southern American accent.
JB: Evenin', Miss. If you could jus' scrunch up your sleeve for me there-- That's it, just like that. Thank you plenty, deary.
BP: Now, Miss Baronia here is quite capable, so you can relax, Hawthorne. You're in good hands.
NH: -- Of course, Sir.
BP: I want you to take deep breaths, and allow Miss Baronia to help you. Open your mind up to her, and you will be able to leave as soon as you got here.
** Silence fills the room as the operative begins her work on Hawthorne.
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** A jolt in the metal chair was emitted from Hawthorne's as she jerked within it. A cough came from the man in the back, and a sigh of exhaustion came from the Operative at hand as her nose dribbled with blood.
BP: That should do for today, Specialist. Leena, grab Baronia water, tissues, and whatever else she needs. Hawthorne. How are you feeling?
NH: -- I'm fine, Sir.
** As recorded, N. Hawthorne's blood pressure and heart rate had spiked on four separate occasions during the psychic therapy. She appeared to sweat profusely, far more than normal, as well as causing the Master Specialist 'one hell of a nose bleed' as recorded by Dr. Privali.
BP: That sounds rather unconvincing, Naomi. We're grateful for your cooperation, of course, but we need you to stay healthy as well.
** A long pause was held before Naomi finally speaks.
NH: Am I dismissed, Sir?
** A discontented sigh is heard from the man.
BP: -- Not quite. We'd like to take a few blood tests before we let you go back to your bunk.
NH: I understand, Sir.
** Some shuffling of papers is heard as the woman has her blood drawn, as well as some indecipherable chatter between the Doctor and Lieutenant.
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