Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Pre Sim: Medical Check-in Ens Joshua Olde

Posted by Ensign Joshua Olde (Doctor) in Pre Sim: Medical Check-in Ens Joshua Olde
Ensign Joshua Olde, like many in the medical field, new he made an awful patient. Which was why he so often tried to avoid being one. The Manhattan would serve as his first real posting - with medical school an two internships behind him, the urge to get out there and do something was strong. He didn’t want to just boost his credentials or look out for new material to research anymore. He was ready to serve - whatever that meant. He hadn’t a clue.

Arriving early, like always, Joshua Olde entered medical bay in uniform. “Ensign Joshua Olde, reporting as ordered for my medical check-in.” His voice was slow and deep. As far as Joshua was concerned he was fine, medically, and ready to start work.

-Ensign Joshua Olde

“Hi,” Jasmine said walking over to the door seeing the newest member of the Manhattan enter sickbay. This was a different check-in than normal. This was another doctor and not someone from another department looking to check off a few boxes to get to work. Ensign Joshua Olde was one of their own. “I can do it. If you want to take a seat,” she gestured to a biobed.

Before Joshua could react, a group of engineers broke through sick bays door. “We need a doctor,” one of them called out. When Jasmine and Joshua looked over they would see one crew had a metal pole sticking out of his arm just under his clavicle. His breath was coming out in rasping puffs due to the pain he was experiencing. The other person was clutching their arm. The fabric appeared burned off and the skin was bright red with blisters showing. Across the person’s chest, the fabric of the shirt was speckled with holes as if it had been splashed with some corrosive substance. “Olde your on,” Jasmine said rapidly walking over to a bed as a patient was laid down. The other patient was placed on the bed next to the other.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO.

Joshua took in a heavy breath through his nose. The room around him slowed as the two engineers made their way to the sickbeds, his Department Head taking the side of the man with the burns. With her words, Joshua’s body moved instinctively to take the other patient on the nearby bed.

He placed a firm hand on the engineer’s chest, pressing down with moderate force. “Please do not move,” he said calmly, but loud enough so his voice filled the room. “Scream and hiss as much as you need. But no moving anything from your waist up.” Olde twisted his head, examining the pole. It protruded only a few inches through the back of the man’s arm and shoulder. That was a good sign; but at least three feet of pole remained in front.

He moved a finger on his free hand to rest on the pole and trace it down to the puncture wound. She swirled the finger around it, feeling the wound entrance before holding the finger up to inspect it. It was bloody, indeed, but too wet. The rod was helping to keep the bleeding restrained.

“How’s he doing?” shouted Olde’s patient, head turning to look over at the burn-victims bed. Olde grasped it before he could turn too far, however, and moved the patient’s head back straight.

“Focus on yourself right this moment,” stated Olde, firmly. “I said do not move.” For a second time, the doctor’s eyes moved up the pole. “Be an engineer for me.” His sentences were concise, each syllable pronounced deeply. “What is this made of? What do I need to cut through it?” After a moment, he took his eyes away from the patient where they had been staring and moved over to his fellow Doctor. “Are you good?” he asked - unsure of the other patient’s condition, himself.

(Ens. Joshua Olde)