Casualties (Part 2 of 7)

Posted on 26 Sep 2014 @ 7:52pm by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Captain Jonathan Holliday & Lieutenant Commander Dea Mialin & Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim & Lieutenant Olsam Mott & Lieutenant Commander Amynta Markos & Commander Andreus Kohl & Commander Luke Wyatt & Lieutenant Tuula Voutilainen M.D. & Lieutenant Aria Rice & Ensign Jaana Voutilainen & Chief Warrant Officer 3 Amon Mormont & Chief Warrant Officer 3 Alexion Wylde & Lieutenant Elijah Williams IV, M.Sc. & Lieutenant JG Grayson Jones
Edited on on 26 Sep 2014 @ 8:26pm

2,262 words; about a 11 minute read

Mission: Episode 06 - Legend of Souls
Location: USS Galileo - Deck 3, Sickbay
Timeline: MD 07 - 1530 hrs

Previously, on Casualties (Part 1)...

Dr. Alexion Wylde immediately stepped out of the Away Team that had been beamed in, pulling off the remainder of his environmental suit with firm hands. "We have two unconscious, one from an open wound the other from contact with an unknown non-corporeal species, another in and out of consciousness, a compound fracture of the leg, an arm fracture, a knee dislocation, amputated fingers, and more concussions, undetected fractures and scrapes than I can tell..." he counted off to the others as he walked past them. "...oh, and we were all hit by some weird alien wave thing. I shall 'scrub up' for surgery, in case it is needed...."

And Now, the Continuation...

[ON]

Quickly trying to ascertain the relative severity of the injuries on the assembled crowd, Tuula's ears perked up at the mention of two unconscious patients. A good rule of thumb for triage is that if a patient is unconscious, it's probably not good. "Get these two up onto the biobeds;" she called out, to any able-bodied crew member who had at least some field medical training." She looked over the assembled crew in their ripped and dirty EV suits. She knew her sister was one of them, but she couldn't even tell which. "This is too many, we need room. Dr. Mott, we should get the non-critical patients to the holodeck."

"Agreed," Olsam said, casting an eye toward their two critical patients. He turned his attention back to the patients practically stacked up against one another on the floor of the small sickbay; he'd made an assessment of most of them, so there were at least some that could be moved. A blue hand came up and tapped the commbadge on his chest. "Mott to Ops; transport Kita, Stark, Stace, Blake, Wyatt and Idris to Holodeck 1."

His eyes lingered on the figures only a few moments until they began shimmering one-by-one then turned his attention back to Tuula and the two critically injured patients, Petty Officer Hex and Lieutenant Commander Mialin. He moved quickly to stand over Hex, who seemed to be in the most immediate physical danger, and shared a concerned look over the biobed with Tuula.

"Assessment?" Olsam asked.

"Vitals are weak; she's lost a lot of blood." With a few deft strokes with the laser scalpel, Tuula made short work of Siren's EV suit. "I'll need three units of blood, and 10cc's of cordrazine." She waved her tricorder over the wound again. Whoever applied the field dressing did as good of a job as could be expected given the situation, but she needed emergency surgery now. "Lots of internal bleeding, lacerations to her kidney, liver, and intestines... I'm going to have to operate. You take the other one." For the second time that day, she donned gloves and a surgical mask.

Nurse Pixis returned with graceful speed with the requested unites of blood, prepared for immediate use. The patient's condition seemed grim judging by the mechanism of injury alone. But the young nurse was still surprised daily by recoveries that might be considered miraculous by the untrained eye.

Olsam paused for only the briefest of moments, taking a split second to review whether or not to leave a resident and a nurse in charge of a critically injured patient. Dr. Voutilainen and Nurse Pixis's personnel files shot through his mind at lightning speed; together (even separately, truth be told) they were more competent medical professionals than many ships in the fleet could hope for. He smiled at both of them, nodded, and then turned away to tend to the other patients.

Slowly, Elijah pulled himself to a standing position and in doing so stifled the cry of pain that wanted to escape. The fact he could stand was a good sign, right? Still the pain shot up and down his spine and he made a fist. He blew out a breath to steady himself and his breathing. He didn't want to alarm suspicion, even though he was sure everyone was going to be checked eventually. He reached up to release the latches of his helmet and clenched his jaw to work through the pain. Work through the pain, he said to himself as he lowered his arms and tucked his helmet under his left arm.

Allyndra had all but shed the EV suit in the mines and the helmet quickly followed as she materialized in her own sickbay. As soon as she could speak she asked, "Where are the rest being triaged?"

"Oh, Allyndra, hi!" Olsam said, pausing as he heard her question. He smiled as if he'd only just now seen her, made a quick calculating glance at her hand, then snapped his eyes back to meet hers. The visual assessment of her hand injury was cool and methodical: low-priority, long-term damage unlikely, treatment can be postponed. "The rest are being site-to-site transported to Holodeck One; Dr. Mercy and the EMH are tended to them there, and I believe Mr. Kohl is on his way there, as well."

Allyndra nodded, it was an excellent idea to use the holodeck as a sort of new triage unit extra sickbay and she would have to commend Mott's quick thinking later. The EMH was already there and she figured it would the best place to work with the injured as well. Her only pause was to just get a quick bandage and wrap it around her own hand.

Olsam eyed Allyndra's wound one more time before breaking away to kneel down next to Captain Holliday and begin running the tricorder's sensor wand over him, taking quick cursory readings to rule out major trauma like internal bleeding. His other hand rested gently on the other man's shoulder, a comforting gesture for someone who likely didn't need it but instinct was instinct.

"Captain? Your ribs are bruised - you're likely to be in a great deal of pain when you try to breathe, so I'm giving you a mild analgesic," Olsam said, reaching into his coat pocket and retrieving the hypospray. As it depressed against the man's bulky neck, the Bolian clapped the tricorder shut. "You have some minor lacerations, but otherwise you're in relatively good health considering some of our other patients. One of the nurses will be along shortly with a dermal regenerator. Until then, let's try not to bleed all over the carpet, hm?" Olsam gave him a good natured grin and stood up, preparing to depart for the next injured crewmember.

John let out a grunt as the Bolian administered the pain meds - his chest felt like it was on fire but he had broken enough bones in his time to know that this was just bruising and muscle strains. More of his crew needed the Doctor's healing blue hands than his minor injuries.

As soon as they were transported back to the ship Jaana took of her helmet, cringing as the shot of pain went through her right arm. Struggling with her left arm she managed to removed her helmet. Why was her arm hurting so much. She had fell hard on her right side, but at that moment she had felt no pain. Looking around the room, she tried to find her sister.

"Jaana, are you all right!" exclaimed Tuula, a laser scalpel in hand, about to make the first incision on her patient. She didn't know that Jaana would be on the away team, and when she saw her out of the corner of her eye, she was immediately worried.

"I'm not sure" she replied. Biting away the pain in her arm. "Oh, damn. Could you look at my arm? It hurts like shit."

Tuula was jarred by her sister's choice of words. She didn't know Jaana to swear. "I'm very busy right now," she said as she made the first incision into her patient's abdomen, "but someone will be with you in a moment." She glanced over at a device in Jaana's direction. "Could you be a sis and pass me that retractor?"

She looked at the object Tuula was pointing at took it with her good arm and gave it to her sister. "I'll wait, no problem."

"Thanks," replied Tuula, readying the extractor. "Finnix, go get her some metorapan for the pain. 10cc's ought to do."

Jaana was getting queasy staring at her sister's blood-soaked hands . But she was enthralled; she had never seen Tuula operate before. Even though she was starting to feel light-headed, she couldn't look away.

"Okay, here comes the fun part," muttered Tuula to no one in particular as she pulled the edges of the incision aside, exposing the patient's abdominal cavity. But the gory sight was too much for Jaana, and the next thing Tuula heard was a loud thud as her sister fainted and hit the ground.

Lyras eyed the scene, settling himself down on one of the Sickbay beds for a basic check-up. He assumed himself to be perfectly fine, with all his facilities. If someone piped up, he would have gladly jumped right off the bed to lend a hand, not that he had much in the way of medical expertise, but it never hurt to be an extra set of hands.

Lirha stormed into sickbay like a woman on a mission. To find her fiance, in particular. While commencing the transporter cycle from the bridge, she had recognized Siren's life signs as well as several associated injuries to her body and now her priority was to find her and make sure she was okay. When she arrived in sickbay, however, the task was less than a cakewalk. A multitude of personnel were present who filled the tiny room to near-capacity, and she began to slowly wade through the various crew members present in an attempt to find her.

Looking closely at each of the away team members to both identify them and determine their status, Lirha soon became frustrated that she couldn't find Siren. Her gaze slowly settled on the most obvious area she had never considered, the primary biobed surgery table, and she slowly began to walk towards the unit while watching a wheeled and masked surgeon delving deep into the innards of an openly-exposed crew member. To Lirha's horror, it was...Siren.

"What are you doing?!" came the Orion's sudden cry of anger and distress at seeing her lover's insides splayed open on the table. it was a shocking and horrifying scene, one which she could only possibly entertain in her nightmares...and now, apparently, sickbay. Lirha swiftly moved next to Tuula and gripped her shoulder tightly to get her unwavering attention. "What is going on?!" she demanded.

"I'm saving her life!" Tuula snapped back. The Orion's sudden grip on her shoulder almost made her slip up. If she knew who this mysterious Orion was who so rudely crashed sickbay, she didn't care. No one interrupts her during surgery unless it's a medical emergency. Tuula glared at the woman, a vascular regenerator in one hand, and the other covered in blood. "Unless you're a qualified surgeon, why don't you f*** off and let me save her."

It was then that she noticed the Orion's rank insignia. Not that she cared.

Elijah stood there awkwardly. Did he leave? Did he go? Did he help? He wasn't sure, infact he was too drained to even decide. Moving, he had thought, would only cause pain. He closed his eyes and tried to focus then reopened them at the sign of a commotion that wasn't too far from him. The commodore was yelling, or at least demanding answers. The woman doctor wasn't having any of it. He watched, almost in fascination at the exchange. He had never met the commodore personally, any other time he probably would have been nervous and intimidated by the Orion female.

His feet were moving toward the biobed before he realized they were even carrying him toward it. He removed his gloves and just tossed them haphazardly to the deck. The place was a mess anyway. Once at the biobed he looked on, what he saw didn't phase him in the least, then he turned his attention to the commodore. "Commodore," he said in a steady but diplomatic tone. "Why don't we let the doctor do her work." He extended a hand to the woman.

To Be Continued...

[OFF]

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CDRE Lirha Saalm
Mission Advisor
USS Galileo

Crewman Apprentice Abbey Wyatt
Scientist's Mate
USS Galileo
(Pnpc by Jake)

Lt.JG Luke Wyatt
Chief of Secuirty
USS Galileo

LTCMDR Dea Mialin
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Galileo

CAPT Jonathan Holliday
Commanding Officer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant (J.G.) Tuula Voutilainen, M.D.
Medical Officer
USS Galileo

Ensign Aria Rice
Security Officer
USS Galileo

Master Warrant Officer Amon Mormont
Security Officer
USS Galileo
[PNPC Markos]

Lieutenant Markos
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Galileo

SWO Alexion Wylde
Medical Doctor
USS Galileo
[PNPC Blake]

Ensign Jaana Voutilainen
Stellar Cartographer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant JG Elijah Williams, IV
Geologist
USS Galileo

Lieutenant Olsam Mott, M.D.
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

LCDR Allyndra Warraquim
Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

CN Finnix Pixis
Nurse
USS Galileo
[PNPC Miir]

ENS Grayson Jones
Asst. Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galileo

LT Andreus Kohl
Asst. Chief Science Officer
USS Galileo

EMH Mark-X
Medical Officer
USS Galileo
[PNPC Holliday]

LTJG Naois Mercy
Medical Officer
USS Galileo
[PNPC T'Vanna]

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