Posted by Lieutenant Commander Collin Harding (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Gamemaster Matrix (GMT) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Collin Harding (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay
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Collin had spent the weeks the Olympic had been uneventfully patrolling the border of the Neutral Zone enjoying the mundane routine of the Olympic. Their brush with the mirror universe had left him shaken and he was still orienting himself to the loss of Captain Thorne. He had worried her dead, but knew now that wasn’t the case (OOC: I won’t be any more specific than that as she’d D’s character). The ship was different without her. A little lonelier, but he would make do. It was the nature of service in Starfleet, the permanence of impermanence.

His terminal blinked with an incoming message. It was from an NE on the Bridge, relaying a message to prepare Sickbay for possible patients. So something had happened? Collin was curious, but knew his primary responsibility was here. Only as he scanned the short message did he raise an eyebrow, truly curious. Romulans? Collin’s Sickbay was always prepared and he’d pondered the possibility of Romulan patients given their location, but he hadn’t counted on it. It seemed their quiet time was over.

Harding, CMO

The message contained the bridge scan results as it pertained to crew. 40 Romulans onboard, spread as far across every demographic chart a person could find. A little of everything.

-Matrix

His main sickbay was largely empty at the moment and contained 50 biobeds. He could handle the influx here, but he motioned to a lieutenant, instructing her to ready one of the auxillary Sickbays in case they needed an overload of patients.

It took the press of only a few buttons to call in the medical officers who were on call. They would need all hands on deck if they were to clear all 40 Romulans and treat an unknown number for any injuries or ailments. Quarantine protocols would have to be in place initially, but the transporter buffers would help with the most common concerns.

He turned to his staff, “We have a possible 40 patients arriving, all presumed Romulan. We will triage first. Those cleared medically will be dealt with by security. No one should leave Sickbay without clearance from Command or Lt. Oberon. I presume security officers will be here shortly. Determining any threat is their responsibility. Healing patients is ours. Let’s make sure we have enough plasma replicated and we are ready. Go.”

Harding, CMO

Sickbay was then alerted that the Romulans had arrived in Cargo Bay 1.

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Collin grimaced. His Sickbay was plenty large to hold all the incoming Romulans, would provide more efficient medical attention, had was equipped with security features and protocols. Yet they were off to the Cargo Bay.

“Looks like we have some field work. We will triage in the Cargo Bay. Any patients needing more than a what a med kit offers will be brought here.”

No doubt with security in tow.

Harding, CMO

Some time had passed and now a gurney entered sickbay, being guided by a security NE. A pregnant Romulan woman was on it. With her was a similar looking woman, a sister. “Rhaelara, I won’t let them hurt you.”
“I trust the doctors.” she was transferred to a biobed. “Security was doing its job. They took me here special so the baby will live. They let you come. It’s ok”

-Matrix

And just behind the two sisters was Dr. Harding. The staffing in Sickbay was minimal as most had moved to the Cargo Bay to triage and treat the Romulans, but Collin was able to flag over a nurse to assist. He looked to the Security NE.

“Thank you. Make yourself comfortable,” he gestured toward a spot a ways away from the biobeds they were to readying for Rhaelara and Aelana. He turned to the sisters. “I want to take another reading of the baby’s vitals and conduct a scan that will allow me to see their current position. Go ahead and lie down on the biobed.”

Harding, CMO

Security looked hesitant to back away, but he was outranked by some degree. Moving Rhaelara over to a biobed proved somewhat challenging, but at this stage, Aelana was helping, as much as she didn’t trust Starfleet. Collin’s scans would show the baby in healthy position for birth and in stable condition, with a steady heartbeat.

-Matrix

Collin flashed Rhaelara a toothy grin, “Everything is looking good with the baby. You’ve kept your little one safe during your travels. Have you begun to experience labor pains? We can deliver an analgesic to help lessen their effects.”

Rhaelara nodded vigorously as readings of her vitals began to show she was in pain. With a white knuckled grip on either side of the bed she mouthed something to Aelana. “It’s time. I think her choices right now are whisper or scream.”

The doctor looked to Aelana, “Please take a seat on the biobed just next to us and let the nurse treat you. I promise, we don’t need to dull your wits and you’ll only be a few feet from your sister, but we need to make sure you’re hydrated and your wounds are tended to.”

Harding, CMO

Aelana sat as instructed. “Don’t let her die Starfleet.” Rhaelara reached out for a hand and was offered one. “Sister, you’re crushing my hand.”
“And a baby is ripping through me. We all have problems!”

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Harding’s composure remained positive and calm. He’d delivered his fair share of babies over the years, some in situations less ideal than the Sickbay of a Manhattan class starship, and he hadn’t lost a mother or child yet.

“Okay, a quick hypospray for the pain here. Not as strong as we’d like, but this close to delivery it isn’t ideal. You’ll still feel your contractions, but they’ll go from a feeling of your body being ripped apart, to a not so great cramping feeling. And we need to get you gowned. The nurse here will help get you out of your clothes. She can manage without you having to much more than lift your hips off the biobed for a moment.”

Harding stepped away for a moment while the nurse prepped their patient and when he returned he was in his own gown and gloves.

“Alright Rhaeelara? Feeling any better with the pain reliever? I’d like to take a look, if I could, see how baby’s coming along?”

Harding, CMO

She nodded. “Less pain. But pain I can take. Save the baby.” She was making some effort to be conversant with the doctor in Federation standard. The assisting nurse whispered to Collin “I tried to tell her our computers can translate. She wants to ‘speak for herself.’”

“Your baby will be just fine. You are both in good hands,” he reassured her. For now the baby looked good, the mother weaker, but as long as they were attached the deterioration of one could cause harm to the other.

Scans would show the baby in ideal condition and position for birth Rhaelara’s vitals were less stable. She would need consistent care to make it through the process.

Aelana spoke up. “Starfleet. One of us, in the cargo bay. She was a nurse before Romulus was destroyed.”

-Matrix

Romulan physiology was not so distinctly different from Vulcan that Collin felt himself in uncharted territory, but he’d be glad for the expertise of one intimately familiar with the unique medical aspects of the patient in front of him, especially since he was about to deliver an antibiotic along with intravenous fluid.

He looked at Aelana, “Give me her name. I can see if she’s able to come to Sickbay.”

Harding, CMO

“Lena Khev. She cares for the children now.” Aelana said. The Security NE stepped forward. “You want me to go find her sir?”

-Matrix