Posted by Civilian Stovik (Science) in Main Sim - Triage in the Lounge

Posted by Lieutenant Dana Anu (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Triage in the Lounge

Posted by Gamemaster Mal Fet (GMT) in Main Sim - Triage in the Lounge
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Dovek, gave a small nod. “Aye Captain” he said, opening a channel to sick bay, [O] “Bridge to sickbay, prepare to recieve a lot of wounded” [C]
Dr. Anu was setting up the accessible portion of the lounge as a triage area, but there were only a limited number of personnel available to help. The ship was at Red Alert, and most people already had assigned duties. Still, she had gathered a half-dozen people with basic medical training to help in the new triage area, along with another half-dozen who could serve as porters and move patients to Sickbay when needed.

The galley and half of the lounge had suffered a breach during the cascading failures the Federation frigate was still recovering from. The sealed bulkheads served as stark evidence of how precarious the Sentinel’s situation was.

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After she had gathered the 12 helping hands and they had shoved all the tables into the corner where the bulkheads were sealed, as a kind of additional barrier. Then they had unrolled the makeshift beds on every available space and Anu had put the recovering patients into one corner, out of the way. The two concussions she wanted to keep an eye on, but she had sent the broken nose and the one with the healing leg on a guerney with two helpers back to their quarters. They could recover better there.

“NE Smith, please take three crewmembers and bring me all the emergency med kits that are distributed on this deck and the decks above and below. I need six kits for our six medically trained officers. Nurse NE Molly and me, we have our bags here already.” she ordered.

She surveyed the triage room. It was very basic, but it was better than nothing. She pressed the comms button on the panel by the door

=^= Dr Anu to Engineering. We’ve set up triage in the lounge. If you can spare somebody, the second surgical biobed in sickbay is still malfunctioning and Dr Astrel there will soon be needing it. Also if you can, please give me a warning before you start beaming wounded from the escape pods to triage. I only have seven helpers and we need to somehow get them all settled in the limited space of the lounge. =^=

Dr Anu, CMO

Transporter Room 3 opened comms with both Medical and Science to coordinate. [O]”This is Specialist Largas. The Transporter Rooms on Decks 3 and 10 are standing by to start beaming up survivors from the pods. Do you want them brought to the transporter rooms first, or do you want them directly in Sickbay?”[C]

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=^= I want them directly in the lounge where we’ve set up triage. I’m sending you the new layout now. From here we will bring the serious cases to sickbay. Please coordinate with nurse Molly, she will tell you which beds become free and when we are reaching capacity. =^=
Dr Anu

Lieutenant Junior Grade Zaril Dovek
Communication Officer U.S.S Sentinel

After a brief bit of coordination between the transporter teams of the Declaration and Sentinel, the first six wounded Marines were beamed over from the battlecruiser.

The relative quiet of the lounge—now a triage center—was broken by the sounds of the injured patients.

The first pair consisted of one Marine leaning on the other. The man had a disruptor wound to his left thigh that had been hastily bandaged, and the woman was providing him support and helping him walk, even though she had blood all over her face as well.

Since both were still conscious, she asked one of the crewmembers to help them get settled and scan them and report back with their injuries to her.

Two more Marines held a stretcher carrying a Tellarite Marine who was still writhing in pain despite being unconscious.

The last Marine stood under her own power, barely, but her left forearm was missing completely and was covered with only a field dressing.

Dana motioned to nurse Molly to take care of the armless Marine, since a field dressing wasn’t able to stave off an aterial bleeding for long, while she looked around to see if her forearm had come with her.

A quick look around revealed that nobody was carrying a severed forearm, but Nurse Molly escorted the armless Marine to the closest bed.

Crewman Largas’s voice came over the comms again. “Doctor, we can have another group beamed to you in about 20 seconds if you can clear the area.”

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Dana then motioned to two other helpers to move the unconscious Tellarite to a bed, so she could scan him. As soon as he was out of the beaming location she opened a channel to the transporter room.

=^= Anu to Largas, I can’t give you a set timeframe, if they are unconscious we need longer to move them. I’ll let you know when you can proceed with the next group. We’re ready now. =^= she said, while scanning the Tellarite to find out what was wrong with him.

Dr Anu, CMO

[O]”Understood, Doctor… the Declaration says it’s just two more batches of wounded Marines.” [C]

The comms channel closed.

After the Tellarite was placed on another bed, Dr. Anu went over and began scanning him. He had suffered some sort of concussive impact that had shattered the front of his rib cage. Some of the bone shards were tearing through muscle whenever the Marine breathed.

Stovik opened the shared channel to Transporter Room 3 and Medical.

=^= Specialist Largas, Stovik. Medical has designated the lounge triage area as the primary transport destination. Science will provide transporter priority based upon current life-sign telemetry. One occupant is presently classified orange and thirteen yellow. Transport the orange casualty first, followed by the yellow-designated survivors as transporter capacity permits. Remaining survivors may then be recovered systematically. Continue coordinating available capacity with Nurse Molly. =^=

Stovik
Science Specialist

[O]”Understood, sir. We’ll jump on that as soon as we’re done transporting the wounded Marines from the Declaration.” [C]

Another set of Marines beamed in, but Dr. Anu didn’t get a chance to even look in their direction. The blood-spattered Marine who had helped one of her compatriots limp to the bed was now in his face.

“Doc… he took a disruptor blast to the leg. Goddamned ridgeheads! I took the bastard out, though.” The Marine made a face as she relived the memory. “Must have hit an artery or something, because he was pumping out blood fast until they used a battlefield regenerator. Nurse said it wouldn’t hold long, though.”

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