Posted by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Surgery and Emergency Medicine) in Main sim - secondary sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Jessica Lemann (General/Family Practice) in Main sim - secondary sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Surgery and Emergency Medicine) in Main sim - secondary sickbay
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Cai shrugged and pushed his hair back from his eyes, “There’s someone with a bread knife in their foot over there I think. I don’t know her though, looks like a science NE.” He looked at Mel.

“Yeah, I recognize her, though I don’t know her name yet,” Reez replied.

“Will said I had to stay here, it’s apparently safer. Do you want me to like…I duno I could sit with the twins or something, do they like music?” He turned his mini PaDD in his hands. “Or I could help you find Doctor Scott…”

Cai

“They love music. I actually should go check on the situation in the labs, so if you can watch the twins, I’d be really grateful. Just stay here until myself of Commander Reez comes back for them. And you can call me at any time if you have any questions or worries, alright?”

~Melaia Reez

“Good idea. Teenagers babysit. Remind me later if you want to talk to T’Sara about physics. I will probably either be busy or in trouble for something, but I can set you up in off hours.” he looked at Mel. “Nice to meet you, don’t believe what your husband says about me.” He turned around and walked into the intake area.

“Attention sick people. Given the current circumstances we will be dealing with cases based on severity. Not first come, first served like usual. If the nursing staff will kindly locate the most gravely injured and direct them to a physician, those being myself, Dr Lemann, or Dr Yelchin, though he does appear to be taking a break to play Galaga.” the newly arrived Russian NE tossed a PaDD aside. “Dr Jarvis is currently in surgery, when he comes out, feel free to send every cut, scratch, and sniffle his way.”

-Dr Drake Marshall

OOC: The following takes place over a while. There are spaces for inserts if there’s other sickbay business. Linds, feel free to void if you had another plan.

IC:
“Doctor. Thank god.” Drake stared at the nurse for a moment. “No one ever says that to me. What’s wrong?”
“Doctor Lemann isn’t here, someone just came in, fell over a rail, two decks. L4-L6 Fracture and rupture. He needs a transplant… but we don’t have the facilities to do that right now.”
“Look in my files. There’s a synthetic nervous filament, get as much as you can. Deflect general medicine to Yelchin and find another doctor for the floor or ship some people upstairs.” She nodded “Yes doctor. He’ll be in suite 2.” She anticipated Drake’s question.

Breathing deeply, Drake scrubbed up for surgery. He hadn’t done this on a live patient before. As he snapped red surgical gloves into place, the Captain of his ER unit came back into his mind. “We don’t have time for if.” His motto.

Drake put his glasses on as he walked in. “Doctor Marshall. Spencer Reid, Science.”
“I don’t care who he is. Is he stable?”
“For now.”
“Exoscalpel.” And now the theoretical became extraordinarily real. Breathe. Think. Step 1: Clear the fractured bone. Once the incision was made and retractors set, he removed bone fragments, placing them in a tray. Some of them were only centimetres across, difficult to grab.

Step 2: Cut away damaged nerve tissue. Careful cuts and removals of small pieces of nerve on either side of the impact damage. Drake checked the clock. An hour and a half had gone by.

Step 3: Replace with artificial nerve. The longest portion of the surgery, as each piece was meticulously placed and sealed with a regenerator. Three and a half hours.

Step 4: Reconstruct the spinal bone. Difficult, but not time consuming. It was like repairing an inconveniently placed fracture. By the time all of it was set in place, four hours and twelve minutes.

After closing and exiting the OR, Drake moved around sickbay a little, gauging how things had gone in his absence. Yelchin was setting a concussion victim to bedrest.

A blonde head popped up next to Drake as he returned to Sickbay. With a toss of her hair, Jess grinned at him and commented, “that was some work in there, Doctor. I only came on duty toward the end but I caught the highlights.” She put her hands on her hips and surveyed the scene in Sickbay in front of them, figuring out where to jump in with the next patient.

Lieut (j.g.) Lemann

Drake was awakened from an almost meditative state when she spoke. “Always nice to have an audience. Glad you’re here. The more the merrier in emergencies. Unless Walker made a return while I was working, I’m still the ranking officer on deck. I need you to trust me. Emergencies were my job for a while. It’s been a few hours, the ‘on the brink of deaths’ have either been treated or are in care, I hope. But we’re still going to have medium and low grade injuries waiting around. You’re generalist and family medicine. Why don’t you take any paediatric cases, work those first, then move to the floor and work anyone you see not attended to by medical personnel. Yelchin’s just a generalist, I’m a trauma surgeon. So, short straw when it comes to the kiddos and unhappy parents.”

-Dr Drake Marshall

Jessica almost laughed at Marshall’s speech and the twinges of it were clear on the sides of her lips that she was fighting hard to keep in a neutral and professional expression. Finally, she gave up and let out a small giggle. “I’m perfectly fine working with kids and their unhappy parents,” she commented. “But thank you for the succinct run-down of qualifications of the various available medical personnel.” She tossed her loose hair and added, “and I trust people who demonstrate that I should trust them.” She left it hanging whether that meant she had any faith in her new colleague.

Lieut (j.g.) Lemann

Drake fully woke and snapped a little. “Then I am rightly and truly screwed. But you are not nearly busy enough for how late you are.” Drake walked off into the intake area. He approached the first mother and child he saw. “My son definitely has a concussion.” All that was evident was a scrape on his forehead. But the mother was holding her left arm as though it hurt. “Well, that’s why we have Dr Lemann. She’s in family medicine, so she can look at both of you. Over by biobed one.”

-Dr Drake Marshall