Posted by Ensign Ka’sora Pru’moa Daveyla (Science Officer) in Side Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Ensign Ka’sora Pru’moa Daveyla (Science Officer) in Side Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Ensign Ka’sora Pru’moa Daveyla (Science Officer) in Side Sim: Sickbay
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Noah sat at his desk deeply ensconced in a journal article on his PADD from Starfleet Medical regarding resistant strains of a Bolian influenza virus. Several antivirals had become ineffective and several deaths had even been reported, which was highly concerning. Luckily, there were several promising agents that were being tested to overcome resistance tactics and a trial had moved into the final stages of testing.

Outside of his office, the rest of the staff on duty were grooving to someone’s playlist and having a good time as they worked through the mundane maintenance tasks to keep Sickbay running in top condition and ready for anything. One never knew what they might encounter all the way out here in the Delta Quadrant and, as the only Federation starship present, they were possibly on their own. He wondered briefly if they would encounter some new diseases out here that he would actually have to do real research on to find a cure. Frontier medicine was both intriguing and anxiety provoking.

One of the newer junior officers, NE Greene, finished cleaning a rack of hyposprays and stood up to stretch letting out a comfortable yawn. “Gosh, I love a day like this. Getting to hang out with all of you, nice and quiet.”

As he said that the room came to a halt, the music stopped and everyone turned to glare at him.

“Why would you say that?!” one of the other NEs said exasperatedly.

Noah sighed, setting down his PADD, and stood to go lean on the frame of the door to his office. “Ensign, there’s just some things that you don’t put out into the universe. We don’t say the ‘q’ word and we don’t say the ‘s’ word. It rarely works out in your favor.”

Greene looked around with confusion, “What’s the ‘s’ word?”

Another person rolled their eyes as they walked by, “We’re not going to say it, genius.” But she mouthed the word ‘slow’ as she set down a tray of instruments on a nearby counter top.

This time Greene rolled his eyes, “Come on, you all can’t possibly believe that saying words somehow is going to ruin our day?”

At that moment, the comms system beeped and a message blared across the unit =/\= Lieutenant Alemna to Sickbay. Medical emergency in Cargo Bay 3, Deck Ten level. =/\=

Everyone stopped and turned once again to stare at NE Greene, who’s eyes slowly widened.

Noah let out another sigh and sprung into action. “Team 1 prepare the trauma bay. NE Swift and Sharpe grab med kits and a gurney, you’re with me.” He grabbed an emergency med kit and made his way quickly to the door, stopping briefly to turn. “And Greene…I trust we’ve learned something today?”

NE Greene’s face flushed as he nodded, while the response team headed out of Sickbay.

Dr. Astor - CMO

=/\= Astor to Sickbay, prep Bay 1 for trauma surgery, we will be up there shortly. =/\= the call came over the speakers as Team 1 was prepping. They glanced at each other and adjusted for surgery, sweeping the bay and setting up a sterile field.

A few moments later the response team rushed through the door with Ensign Ka’sora on the gurney. They handed her off to the trauma team to get her onto the biobed while Dr. Astor was prepped for surgery. Entering the sterile field he glanced again at her vitals to see how they were holding up.

Dr. Astor - CMO

While the injected med had helped get her to Sickbay, the lack of oxygen circulating in her system and the rising ICP were creating a worsening situation. The free floating rib was also danger beyond the already collapsed lung. Ka’Sora remained unconscious.

~Ensign Ka’Sora

Bump

Bump

Noah took a deep breath. This was definitely not what he had been expecting to happen today. He focused on the readout from the biobed again and went back to the ABCs.

“20ccs of Dexalin,” he said as he held out his hand for a hypospray. “And let’s get her on a pulmonary support unit.”

He administered the medication and watched for her oxygen levels to stabilize as one of the medical officers set up the life support unit. With the most serious vital functions hopefully more stabilized he turned his attention to the other situations. The intracranial pressure was going to quickly start interfering with all of his other efforts and potentially cause irreversible damage. A broken rib was probably going to be farther down on the list now that she was stable on a biobed. He would just need to watch her blood counts. Moving quickly, he placed a cortical stimulator to preserve neural functions and then held out his hand for another hypospray.

“40ccs of mannitol please.”

Noah hoped that would start to shift some of her fluid back where it belonged and give him time to repair some of the actual physical injuries. He glanced up at the team and gave them all a reassuring glance. They were all in for a long one here.

Dr. Astor - CMO