Wayne/Brisk/Wildberry

Walking into sickbay, Andrew glanced around looking for Tabatha Brisk; not seeing her he was about to turn and leave when her familiar voice called out to him.

"Commander... have a seat.  The captain said you would be down to see me."  For some strange reason though, Wayne was able to sense her presence, long before she walked into the room.  He could hear her soft footsteps on the carpet.

"How long have you been having these headaches?" the doctor asked.

"Seems you've been keyed in already.  They started about six months ago, when I was on the Kirk; in the last month they have picked up with intensity.  Probably stress."

"Stress... we'll see.  I want to schedule you for a complete physical before we leave spacedock; find it in your schedule for sometime tomorrow.  What have you been taking to relieve the discomfort?"

"I've had a prescription for a synthonarcotic.  I try not to use it too often."

"Synthonarcotics aren't habit-forming; if you wait until the pain is too severe the drug is not as effective in relieving your distress.  You should use the entire prescription, not just when you feel at your worst.  I am going to up your dosage level.  Take the entire prescription, one in the morning, one in the evening... and Andrew, you need to start relaxing, if it is 'stress'."

Ensign Wildberry was not used to drinking, at least Irish whiskey.  Stumbling out of his quarters and into the hall he ran into Wayne.

"Cooommmmandderr Andy," Wildberry said, his voice slurred, breathing into Wayne's face.  Wildberry was having difficulty standing straight.

Something however triggered a reaction in Wayne; grabbing the ensign by his shirt he shoved him up against the wall.  "You're drunk, Ensign!"  The smell of alcohol Wayne found extremely powerful and offensive.  Wayne felt rage building up inside him; not paying attention to his level of anger he watched as Wildberry's face started to turn red.

"Commander... Sir... you're choking me..." Wildberry spit out.

Dropping Wildberry to the ground, Wayne looked at his hands.  This wasn't like him; yes the anger was appropriate, but why had he gone so far as to choke Wildberry....  Wayne regained his composure.  Tapping his comm badge: "Security, deck 12."

Wayne waited for the security detail to arrive.  "Escort Ensign Wildberry to his quarters and ensure that he sleeps off his... drink.  Ensign, consider yourself on report; we will discuss this tomorrow when you have your... bearings about you."