Posted by Lieutenant Elaine Janvier (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim- Sickbay, Medical Emergencies

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Serena Stone (Executive Officer) in Main Sim- Sickbay, Medical Emergencies

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Talia Ren (Doctor) in Main Sim- Sickbay, Medical Emergencies
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OOC: I’m going to assume the XO’s surgery is done at this point and Stone is in recovery. You don’t have to go to the patients, everyone will be coming into this thread.
IC:
An alert came through and one of the nurses turned to the other medical staff. “We’ve got an incoming medical emergency from the away team. Black Ops team in bound with the shuttle. ETA, five minutes.”

~Mischief Maker

“Ok, thank you.” Lt. Sharvi responded, “Please let them know we are prepared.” He continued.
Lt. Sharvi, Doctor.

The first wave of patients arrived, as their missing Chief of Security and an Orion male were materialized in Sickbay. The Orion all but collapsed to the deck as the surge of adrenaline from their escape faded.

~Mischief Maker

Lt. Sharvi immediately starts scanning the Orion with the tricorder and points to Lt. Ducante. “I’ll check the Orion, someone look at the Lt. please.” He stated. He was glad to see the Chief of Security back on board. He started to get the results of the tricorder scan on the Orion. He also wondered how Lt. Janvier’s surgery on the XO was going.
Lt. Sharvi, Doctor

Janvier had done all she could on the XO and was doing one final check to make sure he was as comfortable as he could be. Now all he needed was some time. Satisfied that she had done what she could for him, she ducked away to quickly wash her arms before coming back to see where she would be needed next.

Lt. Ducante went in and out of conciousness, finally letting the adrenaline go. He and the Orion were saved, and beamed to the ship and all he could see was a bunch of blinking lights.
Lt. Ducante, Chief of Security

The Orion was in pretty bad shape. There were obvious cuts on the man’s bare arms and he could see a deep bruise on his face that did not look fresh from the fall during the explosion. It surrounded one eye and the man had a hard time opening it fully. A quick scan revealed two broken ribs and a hairline fracture of his right femur, along with multiple contusions. But aside from the obvious ones from the fall, there were signs of bruises that were older. There was a medical wrap on his ribs that was Starfleet issue and likely Ducante’s doing.

The scan showed the Orion had several lacerations and contusions. Notable was the contusion around his right eye that made it difficult to open. In fact there was a hairline fracture of the ethmoid bone (the bone to the side of the eye that formed that part of the orbital opening). He also had two partially fractured ribs, plus a hairline fracture of his femur. The newer contusions were likely from the fall that Ducante also suffered, but other injuries (including the eye facial and femur fracture) were clearly older. There was a Starfleet issue medical wrap on his ribs.

If someone scanned Ducante, he was suffering from internal bleeding from his liver. He also had contusions and lacerations that would need tending to once the emergency was dealt with.

=/\=Ensign Sinara to Sickbay. Be advised, your Orion patient’s name is Togge, and he was a prisoner. Be gentle with him.=/\=

~Mischief Maker

OOC: Not sure if I’m supposed to post here or not as the Memorial people have been left out of the sim so far, but I’ll go ahead and if the GM doesn’t want it, they can delete it, I guess.

Talia was coming from the back stores of sickbay when the patients were beamed in. Seeing how Lt Sharvi reached for the Orion, she was there for Ducante. Betweeh her and one of the nurses, they got him settled on a biobed and began scans. “Picking up internal bleeding. It looks like his liver is lacerated. I need a tissue regenerator and he’ll need blood infusions to replace what’s pooled in his abdomen.” The tool appeared in her hand from one of the other medical staff, and Ren began focusing on the internal laceration. As she mended the wound, others worked on the visible contusions and hairline fractures that also came up on the scan.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Talia Ren
Doctor USS Athena

OOC: I might just leave Elaine open for now, depending on what GM wants to do.

Lt. Janvier, CMO

OOC: waiting to hear from the GM about Ducante’s treatment.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Talia Ren
Doctor USS Athena

OOC: I was getting there. Busy few days and I was unwell for part of it. ;) The fracture (there’s several) is on the Orion. Ducante has no fractures. Someone should help the Orion, and now you have a 3rd patient. Plenty for everyone! :D
IC:
The liver laceration was small and easily repaired given Ducante hadn’t been bleeding for too long. It was enough that his blood pressure was on the low side, but not critical. The lacerations and contusions would be easily fixed with a dermal regenerator.

A moment later, their second batch of arrivals materialized into Sickbay. Dawson and Calloway (dressed in black ops gear) were crouched on either side of a man who seemed unconscious

~Mischief Maker

Talia was just finishing up healing the liver laceration on Ducante, when more officers beamed into sickbay.

“Help me get him on a biobed,” Faye said to Dawson, carefully slipping her arms under the frail officer.

“This is Silas Morgan, a rescued officer. He’s been imprisoned for awhile now and is suffering for a whole host of issues,” Calloway said aloud to any of the med staff who were free to tend to him. She moved to the head of the biobed, trying to keep out of the way, though her hand was on his shoulder. “Be gentle with him,” she said, her voice softer as her stormy grey-green eyes gazed downwards at him.

~Faye Calloway, CIO

With a nod to the nurses who were treating the contusions, she walked over to the new patient, Silas Morgan. He didn’t look well at all. She set him up for several scans to see where they were at and what she could report to the CMO for possible treatment. OOC: waiting to see if Cass wants to step in here before I go any further.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Talia Ren
Doctor USS Athena

Elaine had been crossing Sickbay to check on how Lieutenant Sharvi was doing with the Orien when Dawson and Calloway came in with Silas Morgan. Doing a quick turnaround she drew her attention over to the newcomers. Her white coat floating around her almost made her look like she was a ghost as she smoothly guided around the working staff, so quickly that all most of the staff felt was a faint breeze as she went by.

It was all hands on with the new patient and noting Ren was already setting up scans Elaine took down his details from Calloway while Ren took the results of the initial scans. “Of course,” Elaine said softly, “He’s in the best of care now, you’re welcome to stay by him while we work, you won’t be in the way there or” she paused and looked over at Dawson to make sure she had his attention as well, “Or you can both get checked over now and I promise you he will still be there once you’ve been done,”

Lt. Janvier, CMO

“I’ll stay,” Faye said firmly, doing her best to keep the waver out of her voice. She kept one hand on Silas’ shoulder and and slipped the backpack off her back, tossing it slightly behind her to the wall, and then pulled off her head covering, also tossing it behind her.

Morgan murmured something that almost sounded like a whimper and stirred back into half-consciousness. She bent forwards towards him, her words soft, her gaze unfocused. “It’s okay. I know, I do. It’s going to be okay. It doesn’t feel like it right now, but I promise you it will get better.” It wasn’t that anyone had said those exact words (that she could recall), but the soothing voice, the reassurance, those she remembered. They later turnd out to be from her own mother, but that was a different kettle of fish.

~Faye Calloway, CIO

To say Morgan was in rough shape was an understatement. He was clearly malnourished, severely dehydrated, and sleep deprived. There were multiple contusions and several micro fractures that were unhealed. There was evidence of slightly older and larger fractures that had seen some osteogeneration. In short, they had broken the man, put him back together, multiple times, though it seemed like the most recent fractures were at least a week old now. Possible because he was in too rough a shape to be of use to anyone.

~Mischief Maker

Talila brought her PaDD over to Dr Janvier and showed her the final analysis on Morgan. “He’s in terrible shape, Sir. There are signs of long term torture or abuse. He’s going to need several days in here in order to address it all. The first things to do would be to help him get his strength back and to alieviate any pain he might be feeling. After that, we can relign any fractures that need it and heal them so his limbs will work unaffected by them.”

“Thank you” Elaine said softly, reading over Talia’s shoulder, listening to the other doctor as she did.

Nearby, on one of the occupied biobeds, Serena stirred. A hand twitched first. Then a foot. Unconscious systems checks. Anesthesia wearing off

She drifted in a black void of blissful ignorance, just below unconsciousness. She could feel herself surfacing and desperately wanted to go back. Pain waited for her there, above the surface. Pain and fear. In her mind she protested, but continued to rise anyway.

The protest came out as a faint groan, almost like trying to talk in her sleep. She broke the surface and found the pain muted. Distant. Like a bruise instead of a wound. She was somewhere warm. Safe. And a dozen voices talking rapidly filtered into her consciousness. Part of her wanted to scream at them to shut up and let her sleep. But, it came out as a faint croak. Her mouth was filled with sandy paste.

The need for water brought her around more, and she became aware of the light filtering in from over head. Trying to raise her arm, she found it restricted by something. It was thin, but heavy. With effort it moved. She did her best to crack one eye and peer down. A stab of brighter light filled her blurry vision, making her groan. Trying again, she managed to get both eyes open.

In a moment the bright light resolved with her eyes adjusting to the light. She lay on a biobed, covered in a thin but weighted recovery blanket. And as far as she could tell and feel, she was apparently naked beneath it. Everything ached. She felt old.

Her bed had a privacy screen but she could make out the familiar surroundings of Athena’s Sickbay 1. A glance up at the monitors showed her vitals were in mostly acceptable ranges, as far as she could remember from years of experience, and even combat lifesaver certifications. Good news then.

Looking down under the blanket she took a quick inventory. Everything was there, for the most part. Her head dropped back onto the pillow, and that’s when she realized… her hair. One hand reached up, feeling her head. Most of her auburn hair was gone. Disappointment followed. She’d worked so hard to grow it out, maintain it, but do so in a way that was safe for a career security and tactical officer. She could have worn it short, but she’d only done that as a cadet and ensign.

She sighed. Oh well. At least it was only temporary. And… she could probably get it fixed pretty quick.

Listening to the voices chattering, she couldn’t make out what was going on. She reached out and killed the privacy field, then moved to sit up.
Lt. Cmdr. Stone, Executive Officer

As the CMO stepped up to Morgan’s bed, Ren noticed movement out to her side. It looked like Cmdr Stone was comming around. The privacy field suddenly disappeared and she saw the XO sitting up with the sheet pulled around her upper body, looking confused. Talia walked over to her, one eyes on the console that displayed Stone’s vitals and one eye on the woman. “Hi, Sir. You’re in sickbay. You’ve been here for a while. If you feel weak and disoriented, its normal as you’ve been in a coma the last several days.”

Here, she called back over her shoulder, “Dr Janvier, Cmdr Stone is awake and alert. All signs are reading within normal limits.” Talia advised the XO to lean back and give them a minute to get to her. “In the meantime, how about a cup of juice?” She nodded to a nearby nurse. “Orange juice for the Cmdr, please.”

Lieutenant Junior Grade Talia Ren
Doctor USS Athena

Elaine automatically looked up when Talia called out her name and smiled, relieved to know that the Commander was doing well for someone who had just come out of surgery. She hadn’t known Talia that long but she knew that the Commander was in the best of care.

The redhead was mostly reclined against the bed, and after a moment of fiddling it shifted to accommodate and make her more comfortable.She tried to speak but her throat was so dry she couldn’t get out more than a few parched notes. Taking a moment she tried to work up a little saliva with only mild success. She nodded to the juiced, and finally managed, through the desert of her throat, “Report.”

She’d been out for days? It sounded like a very close call. She tried to remember, retracing her steps. Confusion passed over her face again. Not that she lacked understanding of what she was hearing and seeing but....

One of the nurses, NE Janice returned with a sealed cup with a drinking straw poking out of the top. The end of which she offered to the Commander. Reaching out, Serena took the cup in both hands gently, though Janice didn’t relinquish yet. The juice stung slightly cracked lips and parched tongue. But the moisture, sugars, and other nutrients were life-giving. Serena took a long pull from the straw, downing half the cup in seconds.

Licking her lips she rested her head back. “Last I remember was getting ready to transport over to the.. the… station. Thing. Junkyard mess.” Stormy eyes settled back on Ren, The doctor was… so young looking. To Serena’s eyes she looked like she still belonged in first or second year of the Academy, not wearing the pips of a junior grade lieutenant on the flagship of the Pioneer Fleet. But, how old had Serena been when she was cleaning and calibrating phaser rifles and learning to clear rooms? Ten? Eleven? Those pips were her stripes and she’d earned them, Stone was sure.

Lt. Cmdr. Stone, Executive Officer

Confident Ren had things under control, Elaine gave her full attention to her patient.

One look at him she didn’t need the scans to tell her he was in a deal of pain, she could hear it in his vague mumbles. She leaned forward and spoke gently hoping he could hear her “Silas, I’m going to give you some painkillers now, they’re going to be strong so I expect them to knock you out for a bit,” She was half speaking to Morgan but also making sure the officer who brought him in could also hear her as well. “You’re in a safe place now, wo we’re going to let your body rest and when you wake up you are going to be feeling much better than you do now,”

Silas blinked open his eyes, and for a brief moment made direct eye contact with Elaine. There was pain, but also gratitude. “Oh… kay,” he murmured.

She turned around and told a male nurse of what she needed him to get. While he was off running her errand, she administered the painkiller, feeling sorry for the poor man in front of her who had suffered so much. It made her so angry that humaniods could treat others so callously, but none of that showed on her face while she sorted her equipment waiting until she was sure Morgan was unconscious before she began treating him.

“He’s got many injuries in various states of healing,” she spoke as she moved, “I could be here a while, the older injuries are partially healed so they’ll take me longer to do than his newer ones. You are welcome to stay and talk to him as long as you like, if you want some small jobs to do,” she looked up and gave a slight smile, “I’m sure I can find plenty. People find peace of mind in various ways so if you want to leave and get your own rest, I can page you when he wakes up again. I’ll leave the choice to you. My colleague is just grabbing some specific supplements for me to administer help Morgan keep his strength up until he wakes up.”

Leaving Calloway to decide, she turned back to her work and began on her work to regenerating the fractures in his bones starting with the worst first and working her way back.

Lt. Janvier, CMO

Morgan was calm as the CMO began to work. It was hard to stay awake, and yet the familiar beeps and voices of spaces he was more accustomed to were like a symphony piece. He couldn’t really move his head, but he was aware of the hand still on his shoulder. Words flitted through his hazy memory and he sighed. “You too… huh?” But the painkiller kicked in and his eyes slipped closed again.

~Mischief Maker