Posted by Gamemaster Budgie (Gamemaster) in Main Sim- Mess Hall/Sickbay

Posted by Ensign Dradvia (Medical Officer) in Main Sim- Mess Hall/Sickbay

Posted by Gamemaster Budgie (Gamemaster) in Main Sim- Mess Hall/Sickbay
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Privates Matthew Maher “Match” and Sally Eriksson “Stick” were inseparable. They had joined the Marines together and had stayed in the same regiment. They were the best of friends. They hadn’t been on the Wolverine very long and they had already found the mess hall. It was mostly bare at this time save for a couple of men and a small group of Ensigns. As they weren’t due to be on duty for a while yet they had naturally begun to drink. Match and Stick were deep in conversation talking about the prospective mission.
“I don’t know Stick. I’m not sure what to expect, I just follow orders, I’m a Private I’m not paid to think.” Stick let out a frustrated sigh.
“That’s so like you Match. You never want to think outside the box or above your station. Don’t you want to be promoted someday? Maybe one day make it to Captain like our Cap’?” Match almost choaked on his drink.
“What, be like that arrogant whatsit. No way.” Sally shook her head.
“Well, I want to be a Captain one day. Maybe I’ll get there and make you my Sergeant, whether you like it or not!” She exclaimed and Match burst out laughing. A figure then approached the table where they were sitting, cleared his throat and glared down at the two marines. The figure was a big human, broad shouldered and at least 6ft 5. He tried to be imposing and intimidating as possible.
“What you laughin’ at?” He growled. “This is my spot. Clear off.” He stated. Match and Stick bristled at the interruption.
“Move along friend, we were here first.” Match stated taking a swig of beer from his pint glass. The Ensign’s growl deepened, he didn’t like being told “no”, especially not by some good for nothing Marines.
“I’m warning you, move.”
“Oooo, warning now is he?” Stick said mockingly. “What you gonna do big man? Get all angry and sulky.” She added with a mocking sad face.
“Go away and leave us alone.” Match stated. The man boiled over with anger, how dare they.
“Aww, look he’s getting all angry now, aww poor man.” Stick mocked again. “Go and cry and scream into your pillow.” Match laughed at this.
“Did mummy not love you enough?” Stick continued. This was too much for the man and he broke. He landed a punch straight into Stick’s face. Her world went high pitched and black for a moment. She shook her head and shoved the man away, Match leapt to his feet instantly running over to try and grapple the man. The man turned and aimed a punch at Match who predicted this and dodged out of the way. Another man joined and a full on fight ensued. Match and Stick had been doing well keeping the men at bay being on the defensive blocking punches and kicks, sending some back. It was going well until one of the men produced a knife, the only thing Match and Stick knew of this was when the world started spinning and they could feel trails of a sticky substance ooze out of them. They both dropped to the floor, the men with the knives ran away. The group of Ensigns who had been watching the fight leapt up.
=^= Ensign Bogin to Sickbay. We’ve got two marines with serious knife wounds, they’re in a bad way. Get to the mess hall now! It’ll need both Doctors I’m afraid. =^= The young Ensign sounded panicked.

GM Budgie

Dradvia paused, Knife wounds? =/\=On our way.=/\= “Conway, let’s go.” Dradvia grabbed two trauma kits and handed him one as they raced down the corridor. The mess was one deck up from sickbay.

Dradvia called the lift with her medical emergency override, they hopped on. She palmed a hypo in her pocket, dialing it in for a strong sedative, just in case, anyone needed to be subdued to stop from causing more trouble.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

Dradvia was much more alert than he was.

He was half asleep, for it had been a fairly long shift of nothing. He hadn’t really been paying attention to anything, so much so he had completely missed when the commbadge had made a noise. If it wasn’t for Dradvia’s comment, he probably would have missed the entire ordeal completely.

“Hold on” he commented when the duo stepped onto the turbolift. “Did you just say knife wounds? Who gets stabbed on a Star Fleet vessel?” he commented.

Ensign Zachariah Conway - Medical Officer

“That’s what the crewman reporting it said.” Dradvia shook her head, “I have no idea. But stabbing implies violence and not a culinary accident.”

“Never just an accident with a steak knife is it?” he sigh.

The mess hall was, quite frankly, a mess. Tables and chairs were strewn about the room. Dradvia and Conway would be able to see the two Marines in the middle of the mess. There was blood pooling around them and a group of young Officers panicking. One of the group noticed the Doctors and looked relieved.
“Quick, over here!” She called.

GM Budgie

The young Risan woman jogged over, dodging the many obstacles and people. She glanced over both and knelt down to the worst one. She opened the trauma kit she had brought and pulled out pressure bandage that was paired with a vascular pad. She placed it over the worst wound and activated it. She’d seen wounds like these before. She hadn’t been able to save those people, she hadn’t had access to good medicine. That wouldn’t happen this time. =/\=Dradvia to sickbay. Prepare two surgical frames and prepare for emergency medical transport.=/\= She flipped open the tricorder and watched the readings. She fit the young marine with a rebreather to help with his oxygen and connected him to a portable pulmonary support unit.

The readings that flashed up on the tricorder were not good. Match’s vitals showed that his BP was dropping, it was below 90. His respiratory rate was decreasing and his pulse was also very low. He needed urgent medical attention. The bandage covered the obvious chest wound but he was also bleeding from his thigh. It was dark red and sticky. He opened his eyes and saw Dradvia, his chin quivered slightly.
“H.....help me.” He said softly and weakly, the rebreather then drowned out his voice.

She looked at the group of young officers, “Call security! This wasn’t an accident.” She glanced at Conway. “We need to get them back to sickbay. They’ve lost a lot of blood, we may need to put them in stasis.” The worry was obvious as was the seething anger at whomever had caused such damage to one of their own. It was outrageous and unthinkable! She turned worried eyes back to her patient. He had to be stable before she could transport him. She really didn’t want to do surgery on the floor of the mess.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

The onlookers looked dumbfounded, as if they were stuck. Until one of them came to his senses.
=^=Marduck to Security, we have an emergency in the mess hall, two marines are seriously wounded.=^=

“Do me a favour? Let the boss know as well. He’s not going to enjoy what’s gone on down here”

Match groaned in pain, the rebreather was doing its work well and had helped his respiratory rate. The thigh wound looked deep. His blood pressure continued to drop, if he wasn’t stabilised soon it was likely that he would die.

GM Budgie

The young doctor crouched next to the other patient, taking a bag from Dradvia.

With tricorder in hand, he conducted his initial scans. Whilst his one hand was busy with the tricorder, his other was messing with a hypospray. He was readying an “injection” of Anesthezine just in case it was needed.

Weirdly not the first time he’d done surgery on a floor.

Ensign Zachariah Conway - Medical Officer