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

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

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

The patch covered a ocular organ with a visibly shattered retina and obvious tears of the extraorbital muscles.

The nurse beside him gave the gasp that had almost escaped the Betazoid’s own lips.

“Okay,” he said, his mind running through situations, training, guides, lectures, simulations … “I .. er …” He used his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his brow, his eyes darting up to the nurse who was looking at him expectantly. “Surgery!” He exclaimed, then shook his head, feeling a little foolish. “Give me … I want 10 … no, 15ccs of merfadon. I don’t want him coming round while we do this.” The nurse moved to comply, looking relieved. Jazzin could sense the nurse’s unsurety at the young doctor’s ability to handle what was going on. She was a seasoned professional, and he was fresh out of the Academy; it was only natural, he supposed. But having those feelings wash over him while he was trying to work was not helping. He focused on what was in front of him, inwardly cursing the empathic abilities of his people and wishing he might be psychologically dumb to all the emotions surrounding him. He needed calm.

The question was; could he save the eye? As much as he hated to do it, he decided to shift a little of the responsibility. “Computer. Simulate reconstructive surgery of Ensign Mclure’s orbital damage. What are the chances of success of full restoration?”

Jazzin knew he might have to answer for this move. He could tell from the way the nurse averted her eyes as she handed him a hypospray. This was an emergency situation and he was asking the computer to run a simulation. He knew he should have made a decision without having to resort to that; he knew he should have been able to decide right there and then whether to save the eye or not. But he didn’t …

Seph came in as the doc was moving to those in immediate need. Seeing Vock with a nurse in the bed off to the side, she made her way there. “I can help if you want. Just tell me what to do.”

The nurse relayed the doctor’s orders then moved about to carry them out. Once everything had been done for the incoming Chief Medical Officer, the nurse departed with orders for Seph to call someone if he became conscious, or his vitals moved out of the given ranges she indicated on the bio reader. Walking away, Seph sighed and tucked the edge of the heating sheet under Vock’s arm. “I hope you realize that if your crew keeps up their current abilities, you will have an easy time of it here.”

She laughed softly and settled down to monitor his vitals, keeping half an eye on the small cluster across the room taking care of the ones who were hurt far worse. “What happened to you all?” She whispered softly to no one in particular.

Persephone
CSO

The nurse who hovered close by picked up on the question. “We have no idea, Lieutenant.” He glanced up at the Betazoid working on one of the other injured patients. “Let’s just hope the new doctor is up to scratch.” The tone of her voice indicated she certainly didn’t think so.

After a few minutes under the heating blanket, Vock began to move slightly and a small hiss escaped his lips. It was obvious that he was beginning to come around.

Vock the Well-Rested

Ens. Lauren
Med

Vock stirred. His eyes fluttered and his head started to move back and forth and a deep moan came from his chest. “Doctor! The CMO! He’s waking up!”

Vock the Slightly-Less-Unconscious

Jazzin looked up from his patient as the nurse called out. Biting back a swear word, he looked up to the nurse attending Ensign Mclure. “I’ll be back. Keep monitoring; if he so much as twitches, give him another dose to keep him under until I get back.”

Taking a deep breath, the Betazoid made his way over to the Vulcan, giving Seph a respectful nod as he approached. “I don’t care care if the duty doctor for today is an Admiral,” he muttered. “If I find him, I’m gonna …”

Reading the scans on the biobed, Lauren nodded to himself. “15ccs of aminazine.” He said to the nurse. “Let’s give the boss a bit of help waking up.”

He nodded his thanks as the nurse handed him the hypospray, and then pressed it against the Vulcan’s neck. It was a low dose; Jazzin didn’t want his Chief to be flying off the bed any time soon. “Lieutenant Vock.” He said, placing a hand on the Vulcan’s shoulder. “Can you hear me?”

Ens. Lauren
Med

A few tense moments passed, but then Vock’s eyes fluttered open. A brief look of confusion crossed his features as his eyes adjusted and he looked around slowly. Finally, his gaze settled on Lauren.

“I trust you are doctor, Ensign?” he said flatly.

Vock, CMO

The Betazoid released a long sigh of relief. “Yes, sir. Doctor Jazzin Lauren. You and your escort were found unconscious and in a pretty bad way. I’ll need to see to the others, but … what happened to you? I’m sure you’re going to be grilled by the security Chief … and the XO, and the Captain …” He realised his bedside manners. “How are you feeling?”

Ens. Lauren
Med