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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 Lieutenant Persephone Milestone (Chief Science Officer) in Sickbay - Shuttlecrew Arrival
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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

Vock sat up, albeit slowly. “Minor discomfort.” he said and looked at his dermagel-ed hands and winced as he swung his legs over the side of the biobed. He glanced at the CSO and simply nodded in acknowledgment, and slowly made his way to his feet. Slowly standing up, he looked at Lauren. “What ship am I on?” he asked as he looked around, and then saw the two shuttle crew. A brief look of concern flashed across his face, gone as soon as it appeared. “Kavad and Mclure. If your scans haven’t shown it, they have multiple internal injuries. Severe abdominal bleeding. I suspect Ensign Mclure is the worst off. When the console exploded, he took a great deal of force to the side of his cranium. There will be brain damage, of that I am certain.” and he slowly made his way to the biobeds where his escorts lay. Their vital signs were not responding, and they were getting dangerously close to the point of no-return. Vock turned and looked at Lauren. “As I am not the attending physician at this time, I will simply suggest that they be placed in a medically-induced coma state. That will at least slow their deterioration. Although I do not suspect that they will live long, regardless. They spent too long without proper care. I did what I could with the available materials, but we were without power for several hours.”

Vock, CMO

Seph frowned but her hand was behind Vock to help him sit then she hovered as he moved to the other patients. Her frown one of concern.

The Betazoid gave a brief, surprised look to the Chief Science Officer as Doctor Vock got to his feet and went to look at the patients. He wanted to tell him to get right back to bed, but Jazzin wasn’t really known for his over abundance of confidence.

“You’re on the USS Asimov, sir.” The Betazoid said as he followed. “Which I believe was your destination.”

“Indeed.” came the reply from the Vulcan.

He took in the recommendation and nodded. “I concur.” He motioned for the nurses who hovered by, watching their new chief with gazes that varied from curious, concerned, excited and indifference. “Do as the Chief says,” Lauren said, moving the nurses to activity.

Both officers were given heavy sedation, the biobed scanners closing around their bodies with vitals and other information crawling across their respective screens.

Turning back to the Vulcan, the Betazoid had a very awkward look on his face. “Sir; you understand that, right now, you’re a patient. You’re not cleared for duty, so …” Jazzin scratched nervously at the back of his neck. “I’d appreciate it, if you remained in bed for now … just until I can give you the all clear. We gave you competing substances that will have to be given time to work through your system. I … erm … I don’t think it’s appropriate to give you a patient-load, right now.” The Betazoid cleared his throat. “I’m sure you understand, sir?”

Ens. Lauren
Med

Vock looked at the two escorts for a long period, his face completely expressionless. Finally, he turned to Lauren and said “Conduct your on-boarding examination, Doctor. Note the substances in my file, and an estimated time frame for them to be metabolized. I trust, however, that you did not prescribe anything that has adverse effects on neurological function, or with side effects that may compromise my ability to perform some of the more rudimentary tasks associated with checking in? For instance, I am sure I will need to speak with the Commanding Officer about what transpired, as well as complete my check-ins with the ship’s Counselor. Once I have completed those tasks, I will report back here and you can take a blood sample to ensure the medications have worked their way through my system. I will then assume command of Sickbay. Do those conditions seem sound to you, Doctor?”

Vock, CMO

The Betazoid had not felt this awkward since his first ever day at the Academy. He knew it wasn’t an attack on him, or anything, The Vulcan doctor was being just that: a Vulcan.

“Yes, sir. Of course, sir.” He grabbed a PaDD and brought up the Vulcan’s medical file, looking for anything that might raise a flag … not that he was expecting anything of course. The CO would hardly take on someone who wasn’t ready to do their job.

“Well you wounds appear to be superficial. Bruising, and the burns … well, they aren’t going to stop you doing your job. And I suppose you don’t need me to tell you that you should take a few days rest.” He looked up before Vock could respond. “But you have stated your position. Nothing was administered that would affect your judgement or ability to serve as Chief Medical Officer.”

The Betazoid tapped at the PaDD. “So, I’m clearing you for duty.” He cleared his throat. “Just for the record, sir; I wasn’t trying to be obstructive. I was just following protocol.”

“Of course. I would not have expected you to do otherwise, Doctor.”

Just as he finished speaking, an alarm sounded and a nurse’s voice called out. It was the sound of a crashing patient. Ensign Mclure.

Jazzin tossed the PaDD to one side and gave his new chief a nod, before dashing off to try and save a life.

Ens. Lauren
Med

Seph watched it all unfold, unable to react because she wasn’t medically suavy enough to protest with anything other than ‘cause you shouldn’t’ as her argument. But when he insisted he go see the CO, then the alarm sent the other medical personnel scurrying, she took a breath and stepped in front of Vock. “I’m Lieutenant Persephone Moroveston, Chief Science Officer. Welcome aboard.” She smiled and nodded to his hands. “If you insist on seeing the CO now, I will insist on another treatment of the burn cream first. I think I can manage that without a medical degree. Then I will escort you to the CO. After all, any of us being seen as aloof in our attentions to someone as important as our new Chief Medical Officer after such a mishap, will most certainly be brought up for questioning. And I have no desire for that to occur. So I will thank you to come back to the bed to so quickly slid off of and I will get the ointment on your hands.” She held her hand towards the said biobed to invite him to proceed her. “Of course, if you prefer the dermal regenerator, I can manage that as well, however it will take longer.” She cocked her head as if daring him to challenge her in that moment.

The Betazoid kept his eyes firmly on the display above Mclure’s unconscious form, but his ears were taking in everything that was being said. Just as how every nurse would be doing just the same; this would probably be talked about for weeks.

Vock looked at the CSO without expression. His eyes were not typical for a Vulcan. Instead of being dark brown or black, his irises were flecked with bright green, giving his look a degree of intensity that may or may not have been intentional. “You spoke to me earlier. I recognize your voice. I appreciate your concern, Lieutenant. The gel was only recently applied, so there is no need for an additional treatment at this time. Now if you will excuse me, I need to tend to these patients as best as I can in my current state. I have, after all, been cleared for duty.” and he stepped slowly to the side and moved around her to follow Lauren. As he did so, he added “I will allow you to escort me to the Commanding Officer once we have seen to Mr. Mclure.”

‘Stars above,’ he thought. ‘My Vulcan Chief is really, really Vulcan.’

He exchanged a glanced with the nurse at his side, and gave a very slight shrug, as the Chief made his way over. It hadn’t been the most comfortable moment listening in to Vock essentially dismiss the Seph’s suggestion.

Walking up to the biobed, Vock looked at the scans for several moments. “Ensign. Look here.” and he pointed at a segment of the holographic display and made a few gestures to enlarge it. “There is a bone fragment from his rib that has pierced the pericardium. Every beat causes the fragment to pierce further and further. But with his vital signs as low as they are, we cannot operate. To do so would result in his immediate death.” and he looked at Lauren. “Options?” he asked the Ensign. Vock knew there were none, but he wanted to see how the young officer responded in such a case. Cases which he would encounter far too frequently serving on a star ship.

Jazz took a deep breath as he looked from Vock to his patient. “Well … we can’t do nothing!” He said, frustrated. ‘Think’, he told himself. “What if … okay …” He wiped his brow. It wasn’t easy to work on such a case, especially without a stoic senior officer (and his boss) standing over him. “We use his low vitals in our favour? Slow his heart rate down as far as we can and begin surgery.” He nodded. It was worth a shot. “Less pumping of the heart; less movement of the fragment, and we open him up, get it out.” He turned to the nurse beside him. “Prep for surgery. And get me 5cc of dylamadon.”

The nurse turned to him with a shocked expression. “Sir?”

The Betazoid didn’t look up. “You heard me.” If he could all but stop the man’s body from functioning without killing him, then hopefully the fragment would stay where it was and he could extract it. “Then a strong stimulant to get everything going again,” he said this with a quick glance to Vock. “Now.”

Ens. Lauren
Med