Posted by Civilian Atticus Wolf (Bounty Hunter) in Sacred Heart: the Wolfs Reovery Room

Posted by Civilian Linarra Riccio (Head of Medical and Social Services) in Sacred Heart: the Wolfs Reovery Room
The hours of surgery it took to put her ship crash patient back together was grueling. It was touch and go as they repaired busted organs and arteries not to mention the time it took set broken bones. When Linarra took off her bloody gloves and threw then away she was nearly shaking with fatigue she stubbornly refused to let another doctor take over. She never left a patient once she took their case. The series of tests run on his blood came back with an ID. Atticus Wolf. There wasn’t very much in his records beyond a name and string of vague information about the places he had been reported seen. Other than not even a family history. Linarra drank her black coffee near the recovery area where they had taken her patient.
“If our mysterious Mr. Wolf lasts the night then he may make a complete recovery. That is a strong if,” Linarra recorded into the console for her evening notes to be typed up later by her secretary. Thank the gods for her secretary, something she never had as a CMO. Whether he lived was now mostly in the hands of Mr. Wolf and whatever deity he served. The man was alone so Linarra grabbed her padd and sat and waited doing her regular work in a chair next to his bed. Her hair was put up in a messy bun after hours of surgery and wearing doctor’s scrubs. The nurses moved around her nervously since they weren’t used to having a half klingon on their floor and certainly not the head of the hospital.

Linarra Riccio-Head of Medical and Social Services

It took hours for Atticus to regain consciousness, which was amazing really and a testament to the skill and determination of the doctors and nurses that had saved his life. In most other locations, and if they had been moments longer, the man simply would not have had enough spark of life left in him to save. If it could even be called consciousness, the light pierced the darkness he had known like a sword opening a water sack. The sudden deluge of light, even in the dim recovery room of the hospital, shocked his senses.

He lay there quiet for a moment and took in his surroundings, as much as he could understand at least. His final thoughts had been that he was dying, he had known he was, so now he was thoroughly confused to find himself lying on a soft surface and with light, absent dust and pain, filling him. His eyes like those of a newborn, still sore and fresh, gave him blurry vision as his green eyes took in what they could from where he lay. Minutes passed before he turned his head and saw a figure in the distance, man or woman or whatever it was, he could not tell. Feeling weak and knowing he was physically unable to resist any danger, The Wolf raised his hand, a signal he was awake. Whatever was going to happen might as well happen now, as long as he could stay conscious.

Atticus Wolf

Linarra’s head turned from her padd as soon as she could feel his mind wakening, slushing through the fog to consciousness. The Wolf thought he had been dying and was surprised to find out he hadn’t. Now he was alarmed that someone was there to harm him. What kind of a life had this man led? She slowly came closer and reached out to touch his hand. His hands were large and looked as if they had been used in more than a few scruffles in his day. She thought perhaps he was named correctly, a wolf indeed.
“I’m a doctor, No one is going to hurt you. You’re in the hospital but you’re going to be alright,” Linarra told him gently trying to reassure him. While she was close she checked his vitals and his breathing.

Linarra Riccio-Head of Medical and Social Services