Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Deck 6- Main Sim

Posted by Cadet Zachariah Conway (Doctor) in Deck 6- Main Sim

Posted by Captain Aaron Foley (Commanding Officer) in Deck 6- Main Sim
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Internal bleeding.

Of course it was something complicated, whatever god looked over them was cruel and loved to put a twist in the story. Internal bleeding was definitely something which would require a visit to Sick Bay, no matter how against that she was. He wasn’t about to start carrying out surgery on a dirty, non sanitary floor. That breached pretty much every procedure and policy in Star Fleet.

The ensign he called over stopped and spoke to him firmly, and he nodded in response to her. “I completely agree” he started. “However, as you can see I appear to be dealing with a little bit of a medical emergency here” he continued, gesturing towards the lounge host. “I can’t leave and get down to Sick Bay, hence I was really hoping you could go and collect a medical tricoder, a syringe, a vial of inaprovaline and a vial of terakine”. He paused briefly. “Please” he added, just for effect.

He turned back to the patient, not even checking if the ensign had run off to collect his list. “Unfortunately, this is going to be a Sick Bay visit like it or not. I know you’re against that, but there’s nothing I can do. I have a duty to preserve your life, and I can’t do that here. I can stabilise it with inaprovaline but I can’t garuntee that will fix the issue without a surgical intervention”

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She sighed and closed her eyes, bringing her free hand to rest on her abdomen. “I was really hoping you would say you could just give me a shot, tell me to rest, and send me on my way.” She took another slow breath as if trying to steady herself. When she opened her light brown eyes, they were filled with worry. “There are reasons I don’t want this on the record. Treat me if you need to, but if people outside this ship find out because you’ve written it down, someone will die. I’m not saying this to be dramatic, Cadet, it’s simply the reality. And I should also tell you that I am currently pregnant.”

~Demara, Lounge Host

Pregnant…

That threw a spanner in the works. Zachariah sighed softly, knowing full well he was unable to assess the health of the unborn child without a medical tricoder or some proper equipment. There was very little he could do in general until the poor ensign whom he had tasked returned with the items that he had requested. He didn’t want to move the lounge host if possible, he wasn’t entirely sure if she was stable enough to make it from the cargo bay to the medical areas.

Also, there was still the demand not to put anything on record and it was still irritating him, though he tried not to show it. He’d always been taught that rules and policies and procedures were important and he had always done his best to follow them. This patient was now asking him to completely ignore policy and procedure and not document any of what he was doing.

He hated it.

Yet, he saw the worry in her eyes when she opened them and he let out a small smile. “Hey, if it helps it isn’t something that isn’t treatable. As soon as the ensign gets back, I’ll get you some pain relief and get you stable enough to get down to Sick Bay, even if I need to carry you myself” he let out a small chuckle. “Whatever happens, you and your unborn child will be okay”.

Was he lying? He sure hoped not.

Cadet Zachariah Conway - Medical

OOC: Awesome writing you two! I can’t wait to see how this turns out!

Capt Foley - CO

OOC: Appreciate it boss, throughly enjoying writing with Linds and on this ship!

Cadet Zachariah Conway - Medical

Demara gazed at him intently, her brown eyes assessing. For several moments she said nothing until she finally nodded. “You have a pretty good bedside manner for a cadet.”

The bay doors opened and the ensign returned. “Here’s the requested supplies. I let the duty nurse know you had a patient over here and that you’d call for help if you needed it.” She set the kit down and stepped backwards. “I’ve got to get to my duty station. Good luck!” Then she disappeared.

~Mischief Maker

“Thank you”

It was both a response to his patient and to the ensign who returned with his requested supplies. The flact she had let the duty nurse know was even better, Sickbay would be aware that there was a patient who was going to be en-route soon. Zachariah was almost certain there would be a few more, however he wasn’t sure how many because he still didn’t know the extent of the damage to the ship.

Zachariah closed his hands around the familar feeling medical tricorder, offering a slight smile. Whilst one hand set to work using the device to scan the victim to check both her health and the health of the unborn child like it was something he had done a hundred or so times, his other hand was clumsily attempting to put vials into a hypospray machine in order to inject his requested medicines into the patient.

His eyes flicked back to the tricorder, and he waited for his diagnosis to be confirmed.

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