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Sickbay - Shuttlecrew Arrival

Posted Feb. 17, 2019, 5:54 a.m. by Ensign Jazzin Lauren (Medical Officer) (Alex Lorien)

Edited: forgot to proofread before posting! Use this one :)

Alex

Posted by Ensign Jazzin Lauren (Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Shuttlecrew Arrival

Posted by Lieutenant Seddk Vock (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Shuttlecrew Arrival

Posted by Ensign Jazzin Lauren (Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Shuttlecrew Arrival
Jazzin materialised in Main Sickbay, and took a deep breath. He had three patients ready; the transport staff had done their job well, as the three were transported onto biobeds.

The Betazoid cleared his throat. “Nursing staff, I want continuous vitals monitored. See if there is at least another doctor available to assist me,” he said, generally. He didn’t feel completely at ease ordering nurses around; a good rule of thumb was to keep the nursing staff on side, as they could make your life as easy or as hard as they wanted. He didn’t want to step on any toes.

“I’ll start with the Chief,” he said, signalling for the others to take a look at Ensigns Mclure and Kavad.

He looked down at the unconscious Vulcan, noting the flickering eyelids. “Something is going on in there,” he murmured. He took out his medical tricorder and began scans, hoping the sedative he had administered had been enough to bring down the Vulcan’s accelerated heart-rate. He watched the tricorder as he scanned, hoping to find some clue as to the doctor’s condition and it’s cause.

Ens. Lauren
Med

The scans would show that that the Vulcan was mildly sedated and his accelerated heart rate had slowed to within normal ranges. There were high adrenaline levels found in his system, and he had a mild case of hypothermia. Additionally, his hands and forearms had first and second degree burns. No other injuries were apparent other than some bruising on his chest and extremities. A few were deep and would likely take a few days to heal.

Though Vock might be his boss, the calls from the nurses about the status of their patients meant he had to prioritise. “Sorry, boss,” he said, quietly. “You’re at the back of the queue this time.” He glanced around the nursing staff, busy running scans and preparing equipment. “I need a prescribing nurse, here.” He called. “Dermaline gel on the burns; we have hypothermia, so wrap him up. Administer a standard dose beta blocker for those adrenaline levels - your choice,” he said, anticipating that the nurse was going to ask which one. “Anything standard. Don’t get fancy.”

Without thinking, he patted Vock’s shoulder as he made his way over to Kavad. “Report.”

The nurse relayed the information and Jazzin felt his anxiety grow. ‘You trained for this,” he told himself. ‘You got this.’

The two shuttle crew were not as lucky. Multiple broken bones and second and third degree burns were apparent, and their vital signs were dangerously low. Both also showed signs of having Dermaline gel already applied to some of the burns, and Kavad had a splint on one arm. Mclure had a patch applied to one eye.

“Okay …” He hesitated for a moment, and hated that he did so, especially in front of a room full of nurses. “Get fluids up on all three patients.” He scanned Kavad again, giving himself time to think. “Right … Dalaphaline, 15ccs on both of these officers please. Let’s see if we can’t get their heart rates up. We can increase if necssary. They’ve had dermaline gel, but we’ll repeat that. Also give it systemically through a hyospray; maybe that will speed things up.” He took the offered hypospray and pressed it to the Kavad’s neck, hoping that a wash of this through his and the other officer’s system would speed up the process. “Set the biobeds for Ensigns Kavad and Mclure to continuous scans.”

The Betazoid glanced down at the splint. “Get that off,” he said, formalities being pushed aside in the event of the emergency. “Osteogenic stimulator,” he said, after a moment. “On both patients, but only until we get their vitals closer to stable. I don’t want them going into shock while we force their bodies to heal too quickly for compensation.”

Jazzin stepped over to Mclure, and after he looked over the scan results, his gaze went to the eyepatch. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with here.” He gentle removed the eyepatch and took a glance. A physicians eyes were his first analytical tool.

Ens. Lauren
Med


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