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A/N: its been a while... sorry! I'm ill at the minute, I was at a University open day and came down with something, it seems the city didnt want me to leave without a present!
Tom wasn't happy; he was sitting in the side room off of Sickbay with Tuvok staring at him.
He felt an urge to look up and shout, 'what?' but the fear of looking into Tuvoks eyes and seeing some sort of emotion such as pity was to overwhelming.
'Tom, please look at me'
Tom shook his head his hands intertwined as he pulled the sleeves of his shirt down over them.
Tom looked up but wasn't sure where to look, he decided to look back down again.
Tuvok sighed.
'Tom, a sign of self injury is the way in which you are covering your arms and pulling your shirt sleeves down. Have you hurt yourself recently?'
Tom didn't reply.
'I can't help you, if you don't let me. I want to talk to you about the incident with Chakotay, is that okay?'
Tom shook his head.
Tuvok glanced down at the notes he had made and came to a conclusion.
'Tom, I want you to keep a journal, I want you to put everything you feel into it, and I would like to see the journal occasionally, preferably at each of our sessions. However I won't force you, I think a journal will help you think things through.'
'Fine' replied Tom
'Tom, do you want to stop your Self injury?'
'It's not that...'
'Tom, it is self injury. Just think about what we talked about.'
'Fine, can I go now?'
'Yes' replied Tuvok.
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The Doctor entered the room where Tuvok sat.
'Doctor, I am not qualified to check any injuries Lieutenant Paris may have inflicted on himself, I would appreciate it if after our sessions you gave him check up.'
'He won't appreciate it, surely there has to be another way?'
'I fear there may not be'
'I will check up on him, but not after the sessions, he has enough to deal with after meeting with you. As his Doctor I refuse to upset him further seeing as such actions could lead to more self destructive behaviour.'
'You're right, however I wish to be kept informed'
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Tom had quickly left Sickbay and was headed back to his quarters. The captain had severely reduced his duties on the ship, and now he was reduced to helping in Sickbay, but only while supervised by the Doctor.
He was angry at them all, how dare they judge! If he could turn back the clock he would, anything to escape the hell his life had become.
He wasn't looking where he was going and collided straight in to one of his numerous 'fans'
'Well if it isn't head case Paris!' shouting over his shoulder he motioned for others to come over.
Shoving him into a wall he sneered as Paris squirmed, trying to make himself smaller.
The man grabbed at his arm and Paris gasped in pain, 'what's this? Huh?' laughed the man, 'he quickly moved to roll up the sleeve, Tom tried to get away but ran into a wall of other people. Pushing Tom back into the wall, the man rolled up the sleeve.
'well well well... what have we here!' laughed the man the other laughed as well, and Tom grabbed at his arm rolling down his sleeve.
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Tuvok was heading back to the bridge when he saw a commotion in front of him, immediately eh security officer in him emerged.
Calling for back-up he then approached the group.
A few of them saw him approaching and quickly ran off, ignoring those who had run as he made a mental note of who they were he made his presence known to the others.
'Starfleet Security, what is going on here?'
At this others quickly ran for it as well, leaving behind what must have been the main leaders of this group.
Tuvok could clearly make out Tom in the midst of the others and could see that he was severely distressed and was clutching at his arm.
Tapping his comm. badge he had Tom beamed over to sickbay just as members of security turned up and helped round up the few remaining from the group.
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The Doctor only had a second to acknowledge that there was an incoming patient when Tom appeared sitting on the floor clutching his arm.
Shaking his head, he went over to deal with his patient, 'Tom, what happened?'
Tom didn't make any response but when the Doctor made a move to his arm he backed away. Suddenly realisation seemed to dawn in his eyes, 'Doc?'
'Tom, I need to see your arm, it seems to be injured...'
'No! It's fine...'
'Tom, I don't want to have to sedate you.'
Tom quickly looked away from the Doctor and proffered out his arm.
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The Doctor took in the damage, obviously this hadn't been a result of whatever incident had happened in the corridor, sighing as he rolled down the sleeve, he quickly asked if anywhere else was injured, and Tom had only mumbled a reply.
'I will sedate you if I have to and admit you for a full body scan...'
Tom inwardly blanched at this, all his control over the situation was being taken away. It was then that he made a split second decision, he could tell the Doctor a little, not everything, but at least this way he still had some semblance of control.
Still looking down he quickly muttered, 'Stomach and legs...'
'That's more like it Tom, now let's get you on a biobed.
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