Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Aasrel Izei (Chief Medical Officer) in Nightmares Tell Us What to Pray Against

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Bethany Kovra Gadi (Chief of Security) in Nightmares Tell Us What to Pray Against

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Aasrel Izei (Chief Medical Officer) in Nightmares Tell Us What to Pray Against
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The ship rocked and shuttered. There was a groaning as the hull protested the bombardment. The klaxons lit up and the alerts blared loudly, almost drowning out the orders and updates being blared across the bridge.

The ship had survived, but there was a lot of damage. Smoke and sparks filled the corridors. Bethany was moving through the ship with the rescue crews. “Cmdr! We can’t get the injured to sickbay. There’s been damage.” Bethany’s heart raced painfully as she took off for the nearest jefferies tube access.

Bethany

The damage to sickbay was severe. The jefferies tubes did grant a way around the damage that blocked access, dumping Bethany out down the corridor from Sickbay. Smoke came from the open doors of the sickbay. Officers were working to carry the injured to sickbay.

The team with her moved towards the bulk heads and debris blocking the way. Some of it could be moved safely some could not. Emergency supports and reinforcements were necessary. Another team came in with more wounded. Bethany took one of the wounded, putting an arm around their waist, taking their weight. “Alright, once you help them into sickbay, go down and start working in clearing the other end if the corridor. People need to be able to get through. Kessik, Broj go down and get emergency supports to stabilize the bulkheads. Hurry.”

Inside, sickbay was busy. Many of the medical staff were injured, leaving less available staff to assist the injured. Those who could work, did. One of the medical officers, a Lieutenant and Aasrel’s backup, stopped when he saw Bethany. “Commander! I’m so glad you’re okay. We can’t find the CMO!” He said as he walked up to her. “Lieutenant Izei was injured in the first attacks but he kept working. But after the last round of attacks damaged sickbay, I haven’t seen him!”

~ Aasrel

Bethany scanned the room, but her hopes were crushed beneath the proverbial boot at the Lieutenant’s words. “Did he leave with an emergency team?” Please let that be it.

The Lieutenant shook his head. “No, he was working here.”

“I have to keep the teams moving and looking for crew, but what can we do right now to help? It’s pretty damaged in here. Do we need to set up a secondary triage in a cargo bay?”

“Yes, please. Secondary triage and anything you can spare to help with the damage to sickbay systems.” The Lieutenant said to her.

=/\=Gadi to Search team 4. I need you to go to the aft shuttle bay and prepare it for triage.=/\=

=/\=Aye Cmdr.=/\= Bethany looked at the Lt. “Can you spare a nurse to head down there and get things started?”

“Yes, ma’am. One moment.” The lieutenant said and comm’ed a nurse to head down there.

=/\=Computer. What is Lt. Izei’s location?=/\=

Bethany

=/\= Lt Izei’s last known location is sickbay. =/\= the computer responded. He was here somewhere, or somewhere the computer recognized as here.

~ Aasrel

Bethany looked around again. “We’ll find him.” She moved out of the way and began doing a full search of the medical bay and surrounding areas. Maybe he’d fallen and hit his head? =/\=Gadi to Izei. Respond please.=/\=

Bethany

The lieutenant nodded again, “Thank you.”

Sickbay was busy and full of injured patients. Parts of it were nonfunctional or covered in debris. There had been a fire, but it was put out. Things in the damaged area were still sparking. Medical officers were searching the debris, carrying injured medical staff towards the safer parts of sickbay. Bethany’s comm received no response.

~ Aasrel

Bethany took the place of one of the medical staff, sending them back to help with the injured. Bethany grabbed one of her officers that was totally cross trained in Ops to work at stopping the sparks and rerouting power to get different areas up and working and to coordinate with with engineering. Every so often she would call out looking for a response. It seemed to go on forever. The smoke and debris and injured. Eventually she started calling specifically for Aasrel. Each person they found made her heart stop painfully when it wasn’t him. The further into the damage they got, the more severe the injuries. No one had seen Dr Izei. “Aasrel!” She looked at her tricorder, searching for the next most likely place to search.

Bethany

There were still biosigns among the debris but not many. A faint set of betazoid biosigns registered deeper in the wreckage, but they were quickly fading. Others kept searching around her, trying to find and account for everyone. There was a voice, somewhere in there, calling for help, but it wasn’t Aasrel’s.

~ Aasrel

Bethany moved through the debrisshe felt like she was running through quicksand. No matter how fast or hard she ran she couldn’t get anywhere. The smoke blacked out the emergency lights, the red klaxons giving an eerie sinisterness to the swirling fog. She moved toward the Betazoid life sign, finding other injured and leaving them in the care of the people behind her. “AASREL!” She coughed as the smoke choked her. “AASREL!”

Through the swirling smoke she spotted a gloved hand on the other side of the room. Between them were piles of debris and sparking hanging wires and consoles. She tossed loose pieces out of the way as she climbed, slipped and stumbled over what was in her way.

Bethany

Aasrel’s normally white gloves were brown and grey from dust and debris. More alarming still was the blood stain on the visible one. The rest of his body was obscured by debris or smoke. He must have been near the blast that caused this.

As she unburied him, it was clear his injuries had been severe. There was blood, it wasn’t immediately clear where it was coming from. His arm was obviously broken. His face was badly bruised from flying or falling debris. There was blood on his shirt, a lot of it. Judging by how he looked there were likely other serious injuries, maybe internal ones. His eyes were closed. By the time she had him unburied enough to move, his breathing, shallow and labored before, had stopped completely.

~ Aasrel

“I Found Him!” Bethany’s throat ached and closed on the inhaled smoke. She screamed again, but her voice wouldn’t carry. She felt for his pulse against his neck. She bent down and breathed into him. “Rel. Rel breathe.” She breathed again, watching for his lungs to move. She fumbled with the medical tricorder on his belt. She needed to figure out what was wrong. His shirt was sticky with blood, but one spot felt warmer. She ripped the sleeves off her shirt, folding them unto make shift bandages and pressed on the wound. “Help!” She coughed again. The smoke was getting thicker and it was hard to breathe. Why was no one coming? “Rel breathe, come on.” She leaned over him again, breathing for him.

Bethany

His chest wasn’t moving. His pulse was weak and thready, and then gone. Soot around his nose and mouth indicated along with whatever else was wrong in his body, he’d inhaled smoke as well, a lot of it. No one was coming to her shouts and calls for help. When she got the tricorder off his belt, the screen cracked but the unit still functional, if she used it, it would register a concussion, the broken arm, several broken ribs, internal injuries including internal bleeding, a wound to his abdomen that had damaged his internal organs, and numerous other smaller injuries. His leg was injured as well. It registered no respiration and confirmed that his pulse had stopped.

~ Aasrel

“No! You survived the Borg. You don’t get to give up now.” She wiped the soot from his nose and mouth and then breathed into him again. Using one hand over the wound to stanch the bleeding, the other began chest compressions. She knew it would hurt. She yelled again.

=/\=Gadi to transporter room. Emergency transport to main medical bay.=/\=

There was no answer and no shimmering lights. She continued to breathe and pump his heart. In between she looked for a vial of adrenaline on his belt, or any stimulant. She spotted it and worked it out of the loop. The vial and hypo slipping and dropping in her bloody hands. She finally managed to slam the vial in and pressed the hypo into his neck. “Rel? Don’t give up, you promised.” Her voice broke and not from the smoke this time.

She breathed into him, pumped his heart, for an eternity. Covered in soot and his blood, tears creating streaks through the dirt on her face. Then suddenly she was flying backwards, being pulled away. As Aasrel’s body got smaller in her view, the lieutenant stared at her and shook his head and then covered Rel’s body with a sheet.

“NO!” Bethany sat straight up in bed, her heart was beating wildly out of control, and she couldn’t breathe. It hurt to breathe. She began to sob uncontrollably.

Bethany