USS Endeavour
Sickbay
Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Gamemaster) in Sickbay
OOC: I couldn’t recall if the order had been given to transport the 4 crew that could be transported .. but will assume it has.
IC:Four pillars of sparkling stars formed then coalesced into people. All were wearing EVA suits that looked more suited (pardon the pun) for a century back and each had seen better days. They had been well used, however, a careful eye could see that they had been very well maintained as well. One person was laying. One was kneeling nearby. One was standing close facing the two; the fourth was facing away. When the transport ended there was muffled speech.
“Vitals are dropping. Adren-4 not helping. Pulse is …” the person realized they were not on the shuttle at this point as did the others. They looked around in startled confusion, but for the one who was looking away. That person reached up calmly to release his helmet and take it off. A middle aged man of what might be Chinese descent was there, thin classic mustache and sharp tuft of a beard, thin, wiry features and balding pate looked impassively around until he caught the eye of someone.
“My daughter is dying. Please save her.”
- Wookiee
Kaylee stepped up to gently wrap an arm around the middle aged man. As the order had been given to transport the crew members, she had raced to Sickbay in order to see if there was any assistance she could provide. While she had little medical training, the situation was emotionally charged and she hoped to be able to support the Sickbay staff in their efforts.
“If you could come over here with me, sir, we’ll give the doctors room to work,” she gently ordered.
Lt Cmdr Adrie, CNS