Posted by Captain Cain Nightroad (Commanding Officer) in Sickbay

Posted by Ensign Lance Nightingale (Medical Officer) in Sickbay

Posted by Commander Dr. Frank Silva (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay
Posted by… suppressed (4) by the Post Ghost! 👻
OOC: To put into perspective, this is 2 hours after the three casualties arrived in sickbay.

IC: Suddenly the familiar hum and blue glow of the transporter beam hummed in sickbay, and a fight pilot was deposited on a biobed. There were major burns across her right torso and neck, and her breathing was laboured. Scans would also reveal internal bleeding, and a ruptured lung.

GM

Lance made sure the man was stabilized and prepped him for surgery and he tapped his com badge =/\= Ensign Nightingale to CMO too sick bay surgery needed =/\= he waited for the CMO to get there as he stabilized the other 3 who arrived earlier

Ensign Lance Nightingale (Medical)

The fighter pilot stirred for a moment.

“Attacked…” she muttered. “… by the Memorial?”

OOC: Please can we have a bit more interest in the fighter pilot who travelled through a distortion in the space time continuum, and came back all shot up?

GM

Saxon burst through the Sickbay doors and headed directly to the biobed where the fighter pilot lay. The pilot was in rough shape and was in need of some quick surgery.

“Doctor, I need answers from Arkis. He needs to stay awake just a bit longer.”

He bent down close to the pilots face. The scent of burned flush was something you never forgot after smelling it the first. The CIO pushed down the gag reflex and began speaking calmly to her.

“Lt., the is McCleary. Can you hear me? What happened?”

Lieutenant Commander Saxon McCleary
Chief Intelligence Office USS Memorial

“Nightingale,” Silva greeted as he walked out of his office adjusting his coat, half moon glasses slung low on his face, “Status report.” He looked around and motioned to a couple of nurses, “Find Royce. Have her work on the others.”

With the other patients covered under the watchful eye of Isabella, Frank turned back to the pilot as he fished his his tricorder out to start the scans. A paternal glance Saxon later, he coughed, “Please don’t over excite the patient, Commander. Heart Rates are delicate things.”

Dr. Frank Silva
Chief Medical Officer

“Understood, doctor, but I need some answers,” McCleary replied.

Lance went to the pilot that the Lt. commander was questioning. “Sir I need to sedate him you questions we have to wait until after surgery” he said loading a hyper spray getting ready to use it. “I can’t sit here and wait when this man is in pain. He can’t give you anything the only thing he said was he was attacked by us” lance used the hyper spray on the pilot to ease his suffering. And continued to prep him for surgery.

Dr. Lance Nightingale/Ensign

“Ensign,” Saxon exclaimed with emphasis put on the doctor’s rank. ” I need her awake and coherent. Give her something for the pain if you must, but the captain wants answers to where she blinked out from. She may be the difference between us being stuck in this universe and us getting home.

=^=Nightroad to Sickbay, has Lieutenant Arkis said anything that might be useful to us.=^= Cain said over the communications channel.

Nightroad, CO

=&=I’m working on it, Captain, but I keep getting interrupted. I’ll leave the channel open so you can hear if she answers.=^=

Leaning back to close to the pilot, Saxon began his questions again. “Lt. what happened to you? Where did you go? Who attacked you? Please Lt. stay with me.”

Lieutenant Commander Saxon McCleary
Chief Intelligence Office USS Memorial