Challenge #00511 - A136: Biochemical Imbalance

That wonderful feeling when you’re on just insufficient meds, or high on fatigue toxins, or had two hour’s sleep per night, max for the last week. After you’ve gone through the feeling-horrible portion, when you’re in the feeling great, can do anything, everything is so clear and sharp and makes so much sense…

And then, when you’ve had sufficient sleep, rest, or meds…

How the world actually is, and how you’ve been behaving. – RecklessPrudence

Charlie awoke in a med booth feeling amazing. It had actually been a good day, even if it did have an abrupt end. And a puzzling reset here.

She gripped the exit handle and pulled her booth out enough so that she could look out into the hallway. “Uh, hi there,” she chirped to the approaching nurse. “Can you tell me what I’m in for?”

He wasn’t wearing an iso-suit, so it wasn’t anything infectious. There was that bonus. Charlie waited patiently while the nurse checked his files.

“There you are. You suffered a near-catastrophic chemical imbalance and had to be sedated. You’ve been asleep for three shifts.”

Eighteen hours. Jeesh. “I didn’t feel imbalanced,” she argued, trying to recall the previous evening.

“You were arguing with a Racist citizen of Greater Deregulation North.” A redundancy of terms if there ever was one. Like, insane human or pointless art. “And apparently attempting to convince him that, by his own logic, all humans were fish.”

“…i was under the impression that i was doing well…” Charlie squeaked.

“Sorry to say so, but you were so bad that the citizen of GDN actually called in the medical emergency.”

“Is there anywhere I can hide until the Galactic Alliance forgets who I am?”

“Don’t worry,” soothed the nurse. “Your place of employment has been reprimanded and your quarters adjusted to suit your needs. Everyone goes through something similar sooner or later. All will be forgiven and forgotten soon enough.”

Charlie shut herself back into her booth. She certainly didn’t feel forgiven or forgotten at the moment.

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