CW: Negative self-harm related thoughts, flashback to injury, gore
The door opened to which Essen practically flew through it. Without even stopping, she threw her belongings on the nearby side table. This - this just couldn't get any worse.
"Computer, turn on noise dampener," Essen said, her voice quivering. After a moment, she let out a forlorn yet melancholy scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!"
Then there was silence. A silence that felt like it lasted forever. Then... "Computer, turn off noise dampener."
Essen approached her bed without even slowing down, practically flopping onto it. She pulled one of the pillows on the bed close to her face before practically smushing her face into the pillow...
And she cried. And cried. And cried.... She hadn't cried like this since the accident.
It was all flooding back to her now. The memory of the machinery slicing into her head. Her eyes and face covered by inky layers of green. The searing pain, as if boiling hot liquid had been poured right onto her face. This was one of the very few times she wished it had worked - where she wished that the machine had won, and that none of the mistakes she made during her time in Starfleet would ever have had to happen.
After what felt like an eternity, Essen removed her head from the pillow, which was now stained dark blue from her eyeshadow and eyeliner. Turning over onto her side, Essen could only stare out towards the wall, with a look in her eyes similar to that of a frightened child.
And she cried. And cried. And cried... and due to her being a Vulcan, her cries were that much louder, and her eyes were that much more like waterfalls.