Posted by Lieutenant Commander Drake Marshall (Surgical Chief/ Emergency Medicine) in Post Sim - Mentorship, for Better or Worse

Posted by Captain Dira Myqian (Commanding Officer) in Post Sim - Mentorship, for Better or Worse

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Drake Marshall (Surgical Chief/ Emergency Medicine) in Post Sim - Mentorship, for Better or Worse
Drake was reviewing and signing off on charts from patients he’d seen during the hull breach. A nurse pushed the chime by his door. “Come in!”
“Sorry to interrupt. Patient in biobed 10 would like to see his attending physician.” Drake quirked an eyebrow that said he had no idea who that was. “Betazoid male. Impaled by a piece of the ship.”
“Right.” Drake got up and walked out onto the sickbay floor, heading over to biobed 10. He tried to look diplomatic. “Hello. I’m Doctor Marshall, you’re attending.
“You’re the one who did the surgery?”
“Myself and Doctor Ch’zaraahan.”
“Bad enough you needed two doctors?”
“I was doing triage on deck 8. Doctor Ch’zaraahan kept you stable until I could come up and handle it.”
“Doesn’t really answer my question.”
“You had a piece of the ship in your abdomen. On its way through, it nicked a couple small arteries. You had a lot of damage throughout your abdomen and a lot of bleeding.”
“So it was that bad.”
“Getting impaled with pieces of the ship is dangerous.”
“I’ll try not to do that anymore.”
“Good plan.”
“Why couldn’t that other doctor handle it?”
“Sorry?”
“The other doctor. Why couldn’t he do what you did?”
“He probably could’ve. But in a situation that’s urgent like yours, if we can get a specialist, that’s what we do. He’s a hospitalist. I’m a trauma surgeon.”
“Oh. Okay.” The patient seemed to relax into his bed, like he was about to fall asleep. Drake started to leave. “Thank you both.”
“You’re welcome.”

Drake had plans beyond shuffling PaDDs on his way to his office. =/\=Marshall to Ch’zaraahan. Meet me in my office as soon as you’re available.=/\=

-Lt Cmdr Drake Marshall, MD

=/\=Aye, Sir. Give me five.=/\=

Sen finished up a standard physical for a newly boarded engineer, and then quickly inputted the information in the system. This was more or less what he was used to. Yes, there were odd cases and or unusual presentations, but he was a generalist and had he been a civilian doctor he probably would have ended up in some sort oc community or family practice.

Moving through the Primary Medical Suite, Sen found Marshall’s office and pressed the chime.

~Dr. Ch’zaraahan, Resident

“Come in!” Drake called.

“Ah. Come in, sit down.” Drake gestured to a chair on the opposite side of his desk. His office was small, and barrenly decorated. A little prize for become Chief of Surgery. “Since you’re in your second year of residency, I wanted to go over your work with our emergency patient. Talk about your experience and cover your questions. Being in Starfleet, it’s best to be ready for any situation that may arise.”

-CO

The Andorian nodded and took a seat at the desk, his antennae shifting in nervousness. “Of course,” Sen said. “I agree it’s good to be ready, I just…” Ch’zaraahan shook his head.

~Dr. Ch’zaraahan, Resident