Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Aasrel Izei (Chief Medical Officer) in Nothing is Guaranteed

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Bethany was in pain, Aasrel could tell empathically. Was something wrong? Or was he just adjusting? It was so hard to tell. He took a break once he was finished with that patient and headed to her quarters.

When he opened the door he knew something was wrong. She was pale and clammy and he could still feel her pain. “Why didn’t you call me?!” He asked, concern filling his voice as he pulled out his medkit and sat next to her on the bed, scanning her with a tricorder.

~ Aasrel

Bethany was breathless, wheezing. Her pulse was more rapid than normal, BP was 70/50, she was clamy and sweaty, but her fever was normal. Her eyes were unfocused and she was only semiconscious. She knew he asked her something but it seemed to hard to figure it out. She moaned and then vomited, and it was mostly blood.

Bethany

Aasrel hauled her into his arms, it wasn’t easy for him, but adrenaline allowed him to do it. Then he ordered a transporter to sickbay and lay her on a biobed. “I need an emergency medical team, now!” He shouted.

~ Aasrel

She didn’t even acknowledge him, but when he pulled her into his arms the pain was excruciating and she cried a muffled strangled sound that ended with a bloody cough. Being set on the biobed brought no relief as her side was jarred.

The emergency medical team swarmed the bed as the biobed flashes readings to the main screen in the bay. “BP 68/49 and falling, Pulse 112, RPM 25, pulse ox is 89.”

Bethany

“This is hypovolemic shock.” Aasrel said. Her side, it was her side that hurt. She was in so much pain… He couldn’t think. He was too worried, too focused on the pain he could sense from her. Whenever her side was jostled the pain increased. He gently lifted her shirt. There was a bruise from the internal bleed. “It’s an internal bleed. Prep an OR. Get a surgeon.” He couldn’t do it himself. He couldn’t. And that made him feel awful.

~ Aasrel

Orders were yelled across the mainbay. Lt Cmdr Gadi was stripped of her clothes and draped in a gown and sheet. Th’rethiss was summoned to the OR, the surgical team disappeared, and life support was hooked up.

A sudden moment of clarity forced her eyes open. “Aasslll,” she wheezed and began to cough. Her finger scratched weakly at the bed. Her eyes darted until the landed on his. She loved his eyes. Even the mechanical one. It was uniquely expressive and a reminder of his strength that she admired so much. For one very long moment her brain stopped processing the pain and fear. There was only how much she loved him and a deep wish for him to find his family. Then unconsciousness claimed her.

Bethany