Posted Jan. 20, 2019, 4:24 p.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay- Calloway
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Sickbay- Calloway
The med team moved Faye to the med bay as quickly as they could. Faye just kept her eyes closed and went off somewhere else in her mind the way she used to back at the Romulan prison. As the moved her into the bay, Faye was actually humming a tune. It didn’t move her facial muscles at all and she was ignoring the intense pain anyway.
Jasmine looked up from her station hearing the doors swoosh open. What she saw made her mind instantly run through a litany of differential diagnoses.
“Chief! Got an urgent case.” They moved the gurney over and carefully moved Faye gently to a biobed.
Jasmine was at the bed almost before the people got there. Pulling out her pen light she instantly was shining it on the science officer’s face. “Faye. Faye, you are okay,” Jasmine said in a calm but clear voice. She avoided touching her arm or body as she typically did when reassuring a patient that had been brought into the sick bay in this state. It was obvious she had been burned and burned badly. What wasn’t obvious was the extent yet. Faye was science. This means the burns could have been thermal, chemical, radiation or a combination of any or all of them. Touching her arm or leg could increase the damage the woman sustained without a thorough examination.
“Has she been given anything for the pain,” Jasmine asked already swiping the tricorder over her.
“No we brought her directly here,” the crewman replied.
“Give me a 5-mg/hour IV drip of Morphenolog,” Jasmine ordered before anyone could report what had happened. Burns were some o the worst pain imaginable. Add that to the face and specifically, eyes being affected and Jasmine could not imagine how the woman was managing and not thrashing about. “Faye we are going to help you with the pain okay,” Jasmine said as a nurse began administering the treatment. “What happened,” Jasmine asked wanting the human side to confirm what the readout was showing.
“Second-degree burns from the severe heat source to the entire face and upper scalp line.” Her eye lids were mostly clear which suggests they were open when she was hit by the heat and there was potential issues with her eyes that needed treatment. As the biobed took her readings, her heart rate was quite elevated, and there were clearly higher levels of adrenaline and endorphins.
~Faye Calloway, Data Scientist
Jasmine began to work on the burns but this would take more time than a single swipe of the dermal regenerator. Her face showed swelling with red angry blotches appearing almost as fast as Jasmine was working on them. Whatever hit her was hot and the damage extensive.
This burn had definitely gone to the second layer of skin in some parts. Blisters had risen around her eyes and on her nose indicating her face had taken the brunt of whatever hit her. What concerned her most was the white skin on her face. This meant it was affecting the melanin underneath. The Morphenolog would take the edge off but not forever. Pain tolerances varied wildly for people, races, and sexes. Jasmine began working on the most damaged part of Faye’s face.Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO
As she worked, Jasmine would see that her neck had lighter burns but there was evidence along her uniform collar that around her collarbones there were burns too that would need to be assessed.
As the drug worked through her system, Faye felt an additional layer of dizziness sweep over her that caught her attention enough that she stopped humming. It was like swimming under the surface. There were noises around her but she couldn’t make them out clearly. Without the humming, her mind registered that the pain wasn’t as bad as before and she tried to open her eyes.
Her lids fluttered but she couldn’t see anything. It was like standing in a deep fog and trying to see a few meters in front of you and not being able to. Disoriented, and coupled with the sensation of floating, Faye felt a terror move through her. Sensory deprivation was something she was familiar with, but it was always accompanied by something terribly unpleasant. Instinctively, Faye swung her arms out to keep anyone away from her, mumbling something that vaguely sounded like, “No, go away,” but she was barely coherent. Her heart rate increased even further.
~Faye Calloway, Data Scientist
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