Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Just Another Day

Posted by Civilian Thyr Th’arialat (Resident) in Just Another Day

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Just Another Day
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One of the things that Sharah and Ano had put together was a series of clinics that didn’t require people to go to the ER. They covered everything from minor complaints to routine physicals. The clinics near the refugee intake covered a lot more, and did a lot of triage. Everyone rotated through these clinics. Civilian and Star Fleet medical staff alike. Sharah didn’t ask for volunteers - it was required. Their job was to help the population of Oed V and support the infrastructure. Sacred Heart couldn’t handle the medical needs of the colony on just the civilian staff.

Today Sharah was working one of the clinics on the outer edges of the colony. A lot of people didn’t want to talk about how they got sick or injured or give personal information. It made keeping records difficult, but Sharah would rather them get help than force the issue. She was there working with Jal’na that day. The formidable Lady Duroc (which no one on staff dared to call her to her face while working) was working with people teaching them some basic exercises they could do alone because they may not return.

Fayth, SFCMO

Shivan was working at the forge that day. Making new inventory for his shop. He liked working the forge. It was… relaxing in a way for him. Nothing but hot metal and hammers, and his finished knives. Shivan was proud of his work.

Today though, he treated his work too casually. He was burned, bad. After a rather heated call with Jezem and a lost argument, he was on his way to a doctor. He’d heard about the clinics. He went to the edge of the colony, he felt a little safer going there than the main hospital.

A third degree burn went from his wrist up to his elbow, wide enough to cover one side of his muscled arm, the blue flesh charred and blistering, some blood in the middle of the burn. It was wrapped in a bandage, but it clearly wasn’t enough to treat it. He’d changed into a fresh shirt, using the long sleeve to hide the injury. He hid pain well, he wouldn’t be caught dead looking hurt and weak if he could help it. He checked in with the clinic front desk and then took a seat to wait.

~ Thyr

A nurse called him back a short time later, asking him to roll up his sleeve and remove the bandage. It was bad but it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen bad before. “I’m going to spray some Dermaline gel on it and then go get the doctor.”

He did, carefully and slowly. The bandage has already started to stick to the burned skin.

A short, raven haired, Betazoid woman came up before the nurse was even done. She looked at the arm and then took out her tricorder, her brows going up. She looked into the face of the Andorian. “This will be quite uncomfortable and will take awhile. Do you want a numbing agent?”

Fayth, SFCMO

No. he wasn’t so wimpy he needed that garbage. Then he’d have to wait for it to wear off and ugh. But then, wouldn’t Jezem call him an idiot? For making things harder than they need to be or something? It really hurt. It was taking a lot of effort to pretend it didn’t. “Fine, yes.” The fact she was betazoid didn’t register at first. Then it did, and he shrugged it off. He was focused on his burn. Checked in under Thyr. He was fine.

~ Thyr

The doctor moved away and then returned. “This will take awhile,” she pressed a device to his arm, just above the elbow and his arm went numb, “and will require at least two further visits. Unfortunately, Andorian physiology means that our dermal regenerators can only accelerate the process so much. There is a lot of muscle damage here and we must ensure your cardiovascular system heals correctly or you could end up with muscle death.” While she talked she removed the stuck on linen and then began to clean the burn. “You have melted metal in the wound.”

Fayth, SFCMO

He relaxed as his arm went numb and the pain stopped. “Two more visits?” Shivan started to shake his head. “I’ll be fine. I wasn’t going to come in at all, but… somebody made me.” He took a steadying breath. He couldn’t look like a weirdo. “Yeah, I’m a knife maker and metal worker. This is a forging accident.”

~ Thyr