Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Ven Miya (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Cadet Jordy Kleine (Security Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay
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=^= Thank you Doctor. We will maintain the quarantine for now then, as that will limit peoples ability to share food and drink items. Draft up an alert to be distributed to all crew ASAP. Anything we can do to stop further spread will be a great benefit to the crew. =^=

Cmdr. Foley - XO (Cross post)

=^= Acknowledged, sir. Ven out. =^=

Miya’s gaze returned to the test results still showing on her LCARS screen, then drifted to the biobeds where Ensigns MacGuffin and Chekhov were being attended by heavily-garbed sickbay staff. She should draft the alert, as Commander Foley had ordered, but there was something more … something niggling at her mind ......

Think, Miya, think! There must be something else you can do! She breathed a silent prayer to the Prophets … then gasped as an idea struck her. Finding the appropriate results, she re-read them before tapping her communicator.

=^= Ven to Lieutenant Williams. Aaron - can you help? We’ve isolated the likely pathogen from a sample of grapok sauce, but we need to synthesise a treatment. The computer has identified some similar pathogens already in our database, together with possible cures. There’s nothing that matches exactly, but one looks promising. I’m sending you the data now … can you and your cadets see what you can do, please? We’ll keep running tests here too, but your expertise would be extremely helpful. =^= Aaron was, after all, a qualified doctor as well as Chief of Science aboard the Challenger.

While she waited for her friend to respond, Miya reached out to Cadet Javal. =^= Ven to Javal. We’ve made some progress with the tests; now we’re trying to identify a treatment. In the meantime, do not share any food or water bottles with other crew members - that’s a probable source of cross-contamination. How are your patients - is there any change in their condition? =^=

[Lieutenant JG Ven Miya, CMO]

=^= “Javal to Dr. Ven. Understood. There has been a notable deterioration of the affected crewmens’ symptoms, including emesis and syncope. They require immediate attention in sickbay. We are preparing them for transport as I speak.” =^=

[Cross-post from Cadet Javal - doctor]

=^= Understood, Javal. We’ll be ready. Let me know when you’re about to transport. Ven out. =^=

It was the work of a few minutes to alert the sickbay staff to the incoming patients. Several staff stayed at the neutron microscopes and laboratory tests, trying to isolate the pathogen and synthesise an effective treatment, while the remaining NEs and NCs bustled around, constructing the three emergency biobeds to supplement the five biobeds which were a permanent fixture. “Get the three surgical beds prepared too - we may need to use them as medical facilities if we get more patients,” Miya instructed one of the NEs. She was interrupted by a chirp from her comm badge.

=^= Sure, Ven. I’ll meet you at sickbay to take a sample of the virus and the grapok sauce.=^=

(Lieutenant JG Aaron Williams - cross-post)

=^= Acknowledged, Aaron. I’ll get one of the cadets to prepare the samples for you - we’re about to have more patients transported here, so I may not be able to see you when you arrive. Let’s see who synthesises a cure first - science or sickbay! =^= A trace of amusement momentarily threaded through her voice before she added, =^= And … thank you. Ven out. =^=

Quickly she passed on the information to the researchers, instructing them to prepare samples of both the grapok sauce and the pathogen for the Chief Science Officer when he arrived.

Jordy taps on his commbadge and says. =^=Kleine to Sickbay prepare to recieve some of the infected crew im beaming to sickbay with Javal and the infected crewmen.=^=

Cadet Jordy Kleine - Security (Cross post)

“Stand by - the patients are about to arrive! Check your PPE is secure,” Miya called to her staff before responding more formally to the hail. =^= Acknowledged, Cadet Kleine. We’re ready for you. Commence transport when ready. =^=

After a few minutes, the lights and hum of someone transporting into sickbay could be observed. Kleine and about five engineers appeared in the middle of the sickbay, the engineers barely aware of their surroundings much less who they were. One wretched on his side as he started to pass out again.

GM Wombat

Javal’s arrival in Sickbay was delayed to a few minutes after Kleine and five of the engineers appeared. The Vulcan doctor had delayed his egress from the cargo bay just long enough for him to relay a couple of orders to the medical NEs to monitor the affected crewmen and provide fluids where needed.

As the shimmer of the transporter lifted to reveal the Sickbay around him, Javal noticed that the sick engineers were already being seen to by Dr. Ven and the other medical staff. The Cadet sprang to action and rushed to Jordy and Miya’s side.

Miya hurried forwards, antigrav stretcher in tow, aiming for the crewman who seemed to be most ill. “Let’s get them onto the biobeds,” she instructed the sickbay personnel, helping to position the stretcher so they could transfer the sick man to the bed. As the biobeds began to fill up, Miya paused beside Cadet Javal. “Report, please, Cadet. What treatments have you used on these crewmen?”

[Lieutenant JG Ven Miya, CMO]

Javal glanced over to his superior as he began to take stock of the situation.

“The medical response team initially dispatched to Main Engineering has provided hydration and antipyretic medication to the affected personnel currently being held in the cargo bay where possible. Additionally, I instructed NE Syme and Lister to remain in the cargo bay to continuously monitor the state of the remaining engineers at this time…” he said calmly before interrupting his report to turn his attention to the man writhing on the floor.

Bending down to the level that Miya was at as she prepared the antigrav stretcher, Javal motion quickly to the ailing patient. “Here, allow me to assist you.” He proceeded to prop the patient up gently, supporting the engineer’s weight with his chest as he wrapped his arms around the contours of the man’s armpits, and securing his torso by joining his hands together at the level of the diaphragm. As he did so, he looked over at Jordy, the closest person who could render aid.

“Mr. Kleine, please hold firmly onto the patient at the level of his ankles. We shall lift him onto the stretcher together.”

Javal was confident that Jordy knew what to do in this situation - all Starfleet personnel had received a certain amount of medical training, and supporting injured personnel in an emergency setting was one of such competencies tested at the Academy.

[Cadet Javal - doctor]