Posted by Commander Heathcliff Rinker (Chief Medical Officer/ Psychiatrist) in [AE] - 17/18 Forward

Posted by Lieutenant Lauren Shan (Doctor) in [AE] - 17/18 Forward

Posted by Ensign Korg, Son of Grak (Security Officer) in [AE] - 17/18 Forward
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The ships proximity alarm sounded as a huge wave of an unknown energy surged towards the Atlantis.

In 17 and 18 Forward, crew members who were enjoying some time off before their busy shifts hurriedly braced themselves to whatever they could and prepared for the impending impact. Officers conferred urgently, ensuring everyone was safe. As the wave approached, tension mounted, and the air crackled with anticipation. When it struck, the entire section shook violently, consoles rattling and overhead lights flickering, food trays and food itself was thrown about like some giant instant food fight.

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USS Atlantis

Korg sat at one of the tables, savoring a dish of Gagh bourguignon an Earth-inspired beef bourguignon adaptation. Suddenly, darkness enveloped the ship, accompanied by a violent upheaval that sent Korg’s massive Klingon frame crashing across the room. The force of the impact caused remnants of his meal to splatter across his torso, a grim reminder of the chaos unfolding around him.

Amidst the cacophony of screams and groans of pain, Korg’s instincts kicked in. With a guttural grunt, he swiftly accessed his own injuries, relieved to find them minimal. Despite the darkness, illuminated only by sporadic sparks and the faint glow of makeshift torches, Korg wasted no time in springing into action. =^=Ensign Korg to sickbay,=^= he bellowed in his commanding Klingon voice, =^=Medical emergency in 18 Forward.=^= With determination etched on his rugged features, he lent his strength to aid the injured, a beacon of resilience amidst the turmoil.

After a minute it was apparent that communications wasn’t working.

Ensign Korg, Son of Grak
Security Officer
USS Atlantis

“Who needs assistance,” Dr. Lauren Shan’s voice broke out in the darkness. She could barely see anything with even the emergency lights being activated. Oddly enough, Lauren was used to conditions like this. Probably more so than most of her shipmates in medial due to her shore leave activities. “I need anyone who isn’t hurt to help me locate those that can’t respond.”

Dr. Lauren Shan

“Doctor!” bellowed Korg’s voice, urgency lacing every syllable. “We have several injuries, mostly blunt force trauma, and one critical,” he explained, his tone weighted with concern. For the past ten minutes, he had been tirelessly moving about, offering assistance and triaging to the best of his abilities, but the severity of the situation was evident. “NE Newman was impaled by a table leg that had broken off during the movement. We have him around the corner, out of sight,” he continued, his words punctuated by the gravity of the situation. The blood loss had been… significant.

Ensign Korg, Son of Grak
Security Officer
USS Atlantis

Pulling a light from her med pack, Lauren made her way over to where Grak stood. Looking at Newman, Lauren put the light in her mouth holding it between her teeth as she stripped off her uniform shirt leaving only the black tank top underneath. Handing it and the light she said to Grak, “I need this into strips.” The amount of bleeding was going to be too intense for the bandages she had in the case. She had a limited amount of supplies and with no power, the replicators would be no use to get more supplies. Looking at his leg, she silently cursed whatever got them into this position.

“Newman, how ya holdin’ up,” she asked looking at the wound. The man was lucky to be alive. The table leg has cut his femoral artery however, since it was not removed, he was not bleeding out.

Lauren Shan doctor

Heathcliff Rinker had been on his way for a quiet drink when the energy wave struck the ship. It was blind luck that the doors for the turbo had just opened and he had been in an enclosed space. The small space had prevented him from being tossed the length of the room as many had been. With the space being cylindrical there were no sharp corners or edges to break bones or puncture the skin. That did not mean he was uninjured, just that Heathcliff could manage his injuries now and nurse them tomorrow much like when one was in a vehicle accident.

With the power down, the turbo doors had frozen open allowing him to hear the chaos coming from 18 forward. Making his way down the corridor, he entered the room, thankful those doors had also been frozen in the open position.

“Who needs help,” he called out in the room. The room reminded him of his time on Betazed during the Dominion War with the moaning of injured lying everywhere.

Heathcliff Rinker CMO

“Over here,” Lauren snapped out hearing Rinker’s voice. She had enough contact with the man at the general medical staff meeting to know he was now her boss. Lauren wasn’t sure if Rinker had any idea who she was. Lauren preferred to work the grave shift so her contact with most of the staff was updates on her way out of sick bay. This led her to wonder where Rinker’s medical training was after sitting behind a desk for years asking people, ‘so tell me about your mother.’ “I need a set of hands now please.” Her tone was crisp and curt addressing him as if Rinker was a nurse and not the chief medical officer.

Lauren had the heel of her hand pressed hard into the man’s groin attempting to limit the amount of blood entering the artery. Her uniform shirt was tied just above the spot where the table leg impaled the officer and still a large slow leak was staining the area a dark black. Sensing Rinker was close, Lauren began to bark out orders. “Okay we need to suture this but he is going to bleed out the second we try anything. Without power we can’t do an emergency evac so we seal off the internal bleeding, stabilize the table leg in the leg to prevent further blood loss, and do an amputation later or,” she rattled off plan.

“Or..or what the hell,” the officer stated trying to sit up. “I am not losing my leg.”

Ignoring the patient, Lauren continued talking to Rinker. “Or we get this strapping Klingon to be a second tourniquet, one of these bystanders to pull the table leg, and we both close the wound working simultaneously. Lauren’s plan was risky but sitting here doing nothing would kill him. Another wave hitting the ship would toss this man around and dislodge the table leg killing him in under a minute. “I say we do the latter but I am not sure of your surgical suturing skills.” Lauren’s comment might have sounded arrogant but she weighing her options for the patient. If the CMO could not do this, they would go with plan A.

Lauren Shan doctor