First Errand of Mercy

Posted on Fri Oct 17th, 2014 @ 5:30am by Lieutenant Commander Aryll LeStrat & Commodore Kathleen O'Shea

Mission: Bloodpath
Location: Main Medical

"Angel Flight Six to intake center."

Syleene leaned forward in her chair activated the comm link from her end. "Intake center control, Angel Six go ahead with traffic."

"Angel Flight Six, intake center, advise we are inbound with two level one critical burn patients, secondary to explosion. Approximate sixty percent burn coverage on both. Additionally, patients both potential trauma as secondary due to blast injuries. Both patients do have airways established and are on external ventilators. ETA to your facility is ten minutes."

"Copy Angel Six. Landing priority alpha established. Proceed to pad one upon arrival. Room assignment...Trauma Six and Trauma Nine. Verify?"

"Angel Six verifies pad one, rooms Trauma Six and Trauma Nine. ETA now seven. See you in a few. Angel Six out."

"Intake control out." Syleene closed the channel and activated the Medical Center's Paging Channel. Three alert tones sounded on the on call team's communicators, including Dr Lestrat's, before the announcement came through. "Intake center alert. Angel Flight Six inbound with two critical burn patients. Assignments Trauma Six and Trauma Nine. ETA five minutes."

"What?" LeStrat's voice came over the paging channel. "Oh. Yeah. Trauma Six and Nine. Sure. Someone get the hell over here, and sterilize Six, and Nine. No I don't- What? The channel is still open? Oh. Sorry."

"Be advised possible additional casualties arriving plus fifteen. Intake control out."

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Sickbay
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"I DON'T CARE WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE DOING. DROP IT, AND GET THAT TRAUMA WARD PREPPED." LeStrat yelled in the general direction of Moshida. "YOU CAN DISSECT ANYONE WE DON'T SAVE. YOU'VE GOT A MEDICAL DEGREE. CHOP, CHOP. WE'VE GOT LIVES TO SAVE."

The rousing cadence filled much of the surrounding area, and several other medical officers assumed it was directed at them. A small string of "yes, ma'am"'s came from around her, and several people who were idly doing some minor task, or another, just left it unattended, and went to deal with the more immediate emergency. By the time that the medical emergency actually arrived, they were ready.

"Saline solution injections, every quarter hour for the burn patients. DO NOT LET THEM GET DEHYDRATED." LeStrat demanded. "Come on. Get those dermal re-generators unpacked. We haven't got all day."

The medics came rushing in with two anti-grav stretchers, splitting off to their assigned rooms, quickly giving their reports to the assigned physicians as the patients were transferred to the gurneys. As soon as this was accomplished, they quickly gathered their equipment and rushed back to their craft, one of the teams Type 11-A Medivac shuttles. A second team had been dispatched for a possible third patient, but as of yet they were still standing by at the site. Even so, they rushed to clean and re-stock their transport, just in case.

Aryll was quickly monitoring one of the patients, busily trying to stop the various bodily fluids from escaping at an alarming rate. She had no idea what the other patient looked like. She just worked. Like a mad woman. "Disengage Safety." She said, softly, as the low battery indicator on her brace turned on. She stopped paying attention to it.

"Get me some more damn pain killers!" She yelled, noting the elevated pulse the patient was beginning to show. "AND GET ANOTHER BAG OF O NEGATIVE READY!"

If anyone was shocked by the pitch of her voice, it was brief. Her yelling became an almost predictable cadence.

"What the hell happened to this guy?" She asked, concerned about the extensive damage that some of the burns had caused. "Someone get that medivac team to brief us on what happened. AND WHERE THE HELL IS THAT O NEGATIVE PACK?"

"Medivac team's already bugged out. Report given indicated they were working on a loading dock filling a tanker when there was a large explosion of unknown origin."

"O-Neg in the tube." One of the trauma techs responded as he ran to grab the bags and distribute them.

Aryll scowled. "Gee. Thanks." She muttered, annoyed. "Moshida. Sit rep on the other patient!"

There was a string of what were clearly curses in another language. "I'M BUSY, LIEUTENANT."

Aryll shook her head. "I'll ask later. Get me another hypo of anesthesia. This one better hope he doesn't remember this."

The monitor began to make a high pitched whine.

"CODE BLUE. CRASH CART. NOW. NOT IN A MINUTE!" Aryll yelled.

"CHARGING!" One of the other Doctors noted. "CLEAR!"

"Get me a steroid, caffeine, and epinephrine short. Give it to him in that order." Aryll said to a nurse.

"CHARGING! CLEAR!" The Doctor repeated.

"Doctor LeStrat, those drugs could kill him." The nurse said, handing her the hypo spray.

"CHARGING! CLEAR!"

"It's not like they can do any worse." She said, indicating the monitor. "STOP. We're going to shock his system another way." She said, injecting all three hyposprays in to the man's left arm.

Nothing but the pitch of the monitor.

"SHOCK HIM AGAIN." Aryll yelled.

"Ma'am, he's gone." The doctor holding the defibrillator said.

"Give me that. Get out." Aryll said, harshly. "I don't believe in incurable patients until they're dead for fifteen minutes. CHARGING! CLEAR!"

Blip. Blip. Blip. Blip.

"Anesthetic shot. Now!" Aryll instructed.

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1 hour later.
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"Notify operations." Aryll said, falling backwards in to a chair. "He's stable."

"Will do, ma'am." The nurse started to walk to the main desk, but stopped short and turned back to Aryll. "And doctor...strong work." He continued to the desk, where he informed the patient coordinator of the two patients status, then set to work catching up on his charting.

Aryll nodded. She quietly fell asleep in the chair.


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Lieutenant Aryll LeStrat
Chief Medical Officer

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A host of NPCs by Kathleen O'Shea