"How's the patient, Dr.?"
Crusher sighed. "She'll make it but I have no idea when she's going to wake up."
"Do you know who she is?"
"No. She had nothing with her except for that note we are struggling to figure out what language it is."
Picard looked at the young girl on the bed. "How did she arrive in her current condition?"
"All I can say is that her blood alcohol level is 1.2 per mil and that she must have swallowed sleeping pills in a lethal dose. I hope she didn't do that on purpose."
In that moment Data entered sickbay. "I am afraid she did, Doctor. I have done some research. The language on the piece of paper is German. I have learned it in the last 5.47 minutes and I was able to translate it."
"What does the note say?"
"Actually, it is a letter. A farewell letter."
"You mean she tried to kill herself?"
"So it would seem, Sir. She writes about stress at school, that she was not going to pass her final exams, problems with her father and his girlfriend, and major problems with her stepfather. Apparently she saw no other way to be 'free again'. "
"Maybe the girl can explain it when she wakes up. We should have Counselor Troi take a look at her. Anything else, Data?"
"Yes. From the signature on the letter I can say that her name is Mercedes. That is Spanish and means mercy."
Picard wanted to say something when Mercedes stirred. She opened her eyes but closed them quickly and put a hand on her head, hissing in pain.
Dr. Crusher pressed a hypo against her neck and her face turned normal. She looked around, growing more and more confused.
Her gaze went to Data and she took a good look at him.
Then she spoke: "Where am I? What's going on? Am I dead?"
What do you think?