Jayme woke from a nap, after spending the morning in Kassia's office working interpersonal relationships and mental health in general, she wandered out into the living room to find she had the apartment to herself. It was day four of her medical hold. There was a note on the computer from Nathan, that he'd gone to play Racquetball and would be back at 1600 hrs. She noted the time as being 1545 hrs; no doubt, in time to make her take another of those damn spacecase pills. She paused and programmed the replicator to deliver a meal at 1700hrs . . . seafood fettucini and salad.
She looked though her discs and found one of her favorite meditation disc's which she'd purchased from Kassia's shop. Jayme popped that into the player, adjusted the volume and sat cross-legged on the floor, closed her eyes, and rested with her palms up on her knees. Sheworked on centering herself with exercises she'd learned long ago from her father's father. She'd be damned if she'd take any more of those medications . . . maybe if she could prove that she could do without them, or maybe she'd take them, but not . . . There were always options.
An hour later. The door opened just as the replicator hummed and the salads, pasta, and drinks arrived. Nathan looked up in surprise, and then noticed that Jayme was sitting on the floor. "Jayme?"
"Yes." She said, opening her eyes and looking at him. "I arranged for dinner, are you hungry? Or could I tempt you in other ways?" She smiled and stood up with only a little twinge from her knee.
That evening after dinner, Jayme met with several of her NCO's about her platoon and the activities that they were doing that she needed as their CO keep up on even though she was on leave. Just as they were leaving Dr. Cherrin dropped in to visit and check on Jayme's well being. "Jayme, as long as you're not working, you can leave your quarters . . . and only if accompanied by Nathan."
"All right." Jayme said nodding and smiling. After Dr. Cherrin left, she pulled Nathan into the bedroom to practice message therapy and pressure points on him . . . instead of the reverse.