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Surgery Time

Posted Feb. 7, 2021, 6 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Theodore Knox (Chief Medical Officer) (Calé Reilly)

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Surgery Time

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Theodore Knox (Chief Medical Officer) in Surgery Time

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Surgery Time
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How did 8 days go by so fast? Casela got up that morning and it felt strange to not be heading to breakfast with Cobb. She knew that he and Kindle could handle the daily ship updates without her, but it was still strange. Maybe by the end of this 15 day run they could let her cut down to 2x a week. Then she could…deep breath, quite procrastinating, and thinking about food. She wasn’t getting breakfast today and procrastinating would bring many many people hunting her down. She took her necklace off, placing it back in it’s box. She felt naked without it. Much like people do when not wearing their watch. But though she trusted Knox, to an extent. The man had saved her life, but she didn’t want him wondering about the necklace. He might not work actively for section anymore, but that didn’t mean he didn’t talk to them from time to time. So rather than leaving it in a locker in the medbay she left it, in the box, by their bed. She still wasn’t used to that either. She didn’t wake Ryder or Gen. There wasn’t anything they could do anyway, so they might as well sleep.

She appeared, in sickbay, 0530 hours. The nurses took her to change into a operating gown and scanned her over and over with a tricorder.
Temp: 36 C
Pulse: 92
Blood pressure: 121/80
Respiration: 10 per minute
O2: 98%

The nurse led her into the surgical suite and had her lie down on the biobed.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

Theo wandered in, leather apron on over his uniform and his lab coat over that. He seemed almost bubbly for this time in the morning. “Good morning Counsellor, how are we feeling today?” He asked as he received the PaDD from the nurse and pulled a rolling stool over to sit beside the biobed. He read a moment and glanced at the readout screen. To the nurse he said “I think 5ccs of Improvoline now then the Anesthizine. Thank you.” He told the nurse and handed back the PaDD. He removed his own tricorder from his pocket and taking the hand held prob ran it over Casela. “Nice deep breath for me.”

Dr Knox

Casela always convinced herself it was better, or easier, to just closer her eyes and ‘go to sleep’ before they gave her the Anesthizine. Nice deep breath for me. And of course that was the phrase that had triggered her memory. He still said it the same. The phisiological reaction was immediate. It reminded her of that time in the hospital and why she had been there. The need to escape, not the doctors, but Mad Man. Casela did not want a repeat of her last long term visit to sickbay and she breathed, getting the reaction under control with surprising skill and speed, so that if Knox had not been watching the scans he wouldn’t have known it, because the computer would not have alerted for such a short span of time. She took a very deep breath for him, eyes still closed, forcing herself to relax so she would fall asleep faster. Also the scans showed she was still anemic, better, but her readings for having had the hypo that morning should have been higher…but she’d forgotten the hypo that morning, having usually taken it right before she left for breakfast with the captain.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

“Tut tut tut.” Theo clicked his tongue as he replaced his tricorder in his pocket and accepted the hypo from the nurse. “Someone forgot their medicine this morning.” He berated the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. “No matter, we will monitor during the procedure. I trust however you followed the rest of my instructions carefully?”

Casela nodded, “Yes I did, Doctor. 25 CCs every morning, 30 minute before breakfast, for the last 7 days. That made 0630 every day, so another half hour from now.” She’d gotten there at 0530 but about half an hour had passed since then.

He checked the hypo then pressed it against Cas’s neck. “This is a mild sedative. I’ve given you a low dose which should help you to relax and feel nice and calm. It won’t make you sleepy just relaxed. I will allow my staff to finish preparing you in a moment while I get ready before we anaesthetise you for the procedure. If you have any further questions, now would the a good time.” He smiled

Casela thought, hard as they gave her the sedative, trying to think if she had any other questions about the proceedure but had none. Dr Knox had answered them all. Okay there was one and it sounded so weak minded, but the counselor in her knew it gave a measure of control. “How long will I be out?” She knew how long she’d be off duty, but how long was she going to be unconscious? At least this way maybe she wouldn’t panic as much when she woke up. And hopefully she wouldn’t be restrained, that could end very badly for her this time.

An NE was moving the surgical support frame towards the bed and another carefully carried a glass container of what looked like neon orange jello in which some ribs were unmistakably suspended.

Dr Knox

She closed her eyes, she didn’t want to look at it, she didn’t want to think about it. She just wanted him to get it done. She let the sedative relax her and let her mind attempt to drift. She’d rather already be asleep.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“Oh a while.” Theodore said sounding, to the untrained ear, ever so slightly amused. “It’ll be over before you know it. “ he soothed and then left to finish preparing. The NEs were moving the surgical support frame over the bed now and wandered around getting things organised.

Theo was back decked in surgical wear shortly, another leather apron over the top. He smiled as he approached the bed. “How are we doing? He asked looming over the poor patient. The nurse handed the breathing apparatus with the gas insert ready. He took it and held it in hand waiting.

Smiling Theodore brought the mask up to cover Casela’s mouth and nose and activated it. “Now, a nice, deep breath. And relax…” he said.

“Good, nice and relaxed.” He said watching the vitals and then smirked back down at Casela as the readings began to indicate the gas was working.

“Nighty night.” He said quietly so only she would hear him. Or did she Imagine that part?

Dr Knox


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