Posted by Gamemaster Wolfe Of Chaotica (Senior Gamemaster) in Sickbay: Main Sim

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The diagnostics of the patient in front of her showed two ruptures to his left lung, three cracked ribs and one completely broken that had pierced his spleen.

SGM

With one hand in the patient’s chest, she swore under her breath as Alan showed her the scan results. She knew she only had minutes before this poor man bled to death so she worked as quickly as she could. She located the broken rib and skillfully extracted it, making sure not to damage the spleen further. “Suction,” she ordered, not taking her eyes off the wound. Alan quickly cleared the area of blood so Charlie could get a good look at the injury. She ran another scan to determine whether she needed to remove the spleen or if she could just suture it before she repaired the broken ribs and lacerations to the lung. “How’s he doing Alan?” she asked as she waited for the scan results to come through.

OOC: Placing my response here to meld the timelines. :-)

IC:

It took a few moments before the lump of counselor uncurled itself in the Turbolift and cautiously looked up, sincerely hoping that it was still all part of the nightmare that she had been disturbed from. It wasn’t. In fact, she briefly wished she had kept her head down as she took in the scene in sickbay around her. Stumbling to her feet, she brushed blood and sweat matted hair from her face and shuffled toward a familiar doctor.

“Charlie, what can I do to help?” she questioned in a tone that could only be described as a whimper as she once again glanced around the bustling room. Her face was ashen and she was visibly trembling where she stood.

Lt Cmdr Nunn, CNS

Charlie breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the familiar voice of the counselor and turned to greet her. “You look like I feel…” she said as she noticed the injury to the counselor’s head, beckoning young Nurse Michaels over. As Michaels ran a quick scan to make sure there was nothing more serious than the laceration, Charlie quickly cast her eye around sickbay. She clocked the young woman who had brought the burn victim in with her current patient who looked like she was about to pass out. Charlie picked up a spare tricorder with her free hand and passed it to Katie. “Sorry counselor, I know this isn’t your area of expertise but I need all hands on deck, please could you scan the young woman in the corner and bring me the results back?” she replied as she glanced at her current patient’s scan results coming through. Deep down she knew that they wouldn’t be able to help all the patients pouring through the doors but she was going to do her damn hardest to save as many as she could. She gulped as her eyes locked with one of the burn victims. She felt a familiar lump begin to rise in the back of her throat but she gritted her teeth and pushed it down again. She felt the sweat began to trickle down her forehead as the pain in her side intensified but took a pained breath and quickly turned her attention back to her patient.

Dr Bailey

The patient before her was stabilized, for now. His spleen could be repaired with a muscular regenerator and they’d be able to graft tissue and grow a new rib. Blood loss was still a concern.

SGM

Katie couldn’t seem to form enough words to make an informed response so she simply accepted the medical tricorder that Bailey handed to her. With the initial adrenaline rush wearing off, her head was beginning to hurt… a lot. Feeling a twinge of darkness at the corner of her vision, she stubbornly pushed it away. The nurse’s scans would reveal a moderate concussion from what was clearly an impact with some kind of furniture. Thankfully, there was no skull fracture or anything more serious than that.

Katie was about to turn to the indicated patient when both Bailey’s body language with the burn victims and the favoring of her side drew her attention. Mentally, she chastised herself for not realizing that this would be a horrific nightmare for the young ensign, given her past. The physiological response of pain was more important, though, and she drew herself away from Bailey’s mental status to point the medical tricorder at her for a quick scan.

Lt Cmdr Nunn, CNS