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SYLVIE

T he Courts Martial started with what the Navy had put together on the two charges. Over the next number of days, the prosecution laid out their witnesses and evidence. The Physician Assistant explained after a month of numbers not being right with medications that he had put Sylvie on nights, when the Officers were off shift, and from then on, the medications were fine. A Supply Officer had similar issues with some of the equipment and supplies that were ordered and not arriving in stock.

They called Sylvie to the stand to go over her experience with the issues brought up.

“Were you aware of the missing medication?”

“I know that there seemed to be a problem keeping the numbers right. I know that’s why I got put on nights.”

“Were you asked by anyone to move medication or give it to anyone that wasn’t supposed to have it?”

“No.”

“So, you don’t know who was involved?”

“I didn’t know there was a problem.”

“You were approached by Petty Officer First Class Taylor for what reason?”

“He introduced himself a few weeks into us being at sea. It seemed he was checking out fresh meat.”

“How did your interactions go?”

“I suppose not well. I tried to be professional initially, but he kept coming back. I felt like I was clear.”

“He claims you broke his nose.”

“It’s a good possibility.”

“Can you explain what happened?”

“He came into the clinic right before I closed it. He got in my face again, I told him I wasn’t interested, again. He backed me up against a wall and had his hand around my throat. There was a ruckus at the door of the clinic that created an opportunity for me. I broke his grip on me, drove his face into my knee and watched him fall.”

“Were there any witnesses to verify the events?”

Sylvie’s gaze shifted to Rave. “People were at the door of the clinic. That was what allowed me to get free of Tay—Petty Officer First Class Taylor.”

The defense attorney jumped in both feet.

“Did you have a relationship with Petty Officer First Class Taylor?”

“No.”

“The ‘people’ at the door of the clinic when you attacked Petty Officer First Class Taylor; were you in a relationship with any of them?”

“No.”

“Are you in a relationship with any of them now?”

“Yes.”

“Convenient,” he muttered.

Sylvie sat stoically waiting.