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Sickbay- Calloway

Posted Feb. 5, 2019, 11:50 p.m. by Lieutenant Celina Rodriguez (Chief Tactical Officer) (Kate O'Neill)

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Sickbay- Calloway

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Sickbay- Calloway

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay- Calloway
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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.

“I need a pair of scissors,” Jasmine called out to any nurse around her. With the severity of Faye’s wounds, several nurses were standing at the ready. Slowly cutting the material of her shirt, Jasmine let out a sigh of relief. Faye’s chest was covered in large angry welts like blisters sprinkled among a red sunburn. Any other time this would be highly troubling but compared to Faye’s face, her torso was just a bunch of first degree burns.

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.

With the woman’s shirt removed Jasmine began to treat and examine more of Faye as a nurse continued to work on her face. “I need some cooling pads. We need to get the temperature of the skin down,” Jasmine called out. As with anything in life perspective made a huge difference. Calling the chest burns minor was an understatement. They were serious in their own right and with the serious ones being treated as she could begin to treat the less severe of all the injuries. Laying the first pack on Faye’s chest Jasmine watched the vitals on the monitor. A weird beep sounded pulling her attention from Faye to the boards.

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

A loud beep sounded as Faye’s heart rate shot up followed by the sound of metal instruments impacting the ground. Jasmine realized a second too late that Faye was coming out of the semi-conscious state she arrived in. It made sense. The woman was in shock but with an IV treatment for pain and fluids to make her more comfortable, Faye was bound to awaken. “Faye, Lt. Callaaaaaaa aaaaa,” Jasmine said drawing out her name as one of Faye’s flailing appendages impacted Jasmine’s right eye.

Calloway registered that something had happened, but she couldn’t quite make sense of it. She just barely made out that there was sudden commotion around her.

“Cheif,” one of the nurses yelled out but Jasmine continued to try and talk to Faye even though she was squinting like a pirate.

“I need 20 mg of Melorazine,” Jasmine yelled. “Faye you are okay. Calm down. You are going to be fine I just need you to calm down so you dont hurt yourself more. You are okay. Watch her hands and legs. They could be burned and restraining her may cause more damage,” Jasmine informed the people around the table.

“Where isn’t she burned,” an orderly grumbled out of frustration with not being able to help the woman. Any place he looked to grab seemed wither burned or bruised.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

As one of the nurses went to get the ordered sedative, Faye continued to drift along in a weird state. She heard voices but they weren’t what she expected, and yet… the tone was familiar, comforting. For a moment she could focus enough to think back to when she had heard it before and realized it was at the facility the Romulans had moved her to after her ‘trial’ and conviction, which she had always understood, even then, to be a ruse to get unimpeded access to her. What she still had never understood, was why, and also how exactly she escaped. She had had help, that much she also understood, but everything was hazy by that 259th day of imprisonment and ‘experiment’ otherwise known as torture. That voice though hung like a shroud around her then, promising that everything would be okay. She couldn’t hear the words then, just like now, but she understood that tone. That one before had promised her safety and at the moment, unable to see or make sense of anything, Faye didn’t figure she had many options but to trust that tone once more.

“Hands off her,” Jasmine snapped in an authoritative tone. She had known the woman had been through a traumatic experience because she was granted asylum in the Federation but that was how the event was termed in her records or some other variation of that. Jasmine knew that people could panic and Faye seemed to be dealing with enough. She didn’t need the woman flashing back to some post-traumatic experience that would involve restraining her and calling in psyche. Calloway had enough to deal with now.

Someone was near her, speaking to her. Faye reached out more slowly and her fingers touched something. She couldn’t quite make out what her senses were telling her, but it was the side of Wynter’s hand. Still shaking slightly, Faye’s head turned towards the presence she knew to be there and her stormy grey-green eyes looked terrified. But she stopped fighting. Between the pain seeping through whatever drug was in her body, and the sudden blindness she was contending with, she understood that survival meant cooperation. If the comforting tone did belong to someone on her side, then there was a chance she might come out of this in one piece.

“Faye I can fix this okay,” Jasmine stopped treating her for a moment and began to speak as she took Faye’s hand.

The nurse appeared beside Jasmine with offered the requested hypo.

Jasmine injected the hypo and took a deep breath.

“Eyyyzzzz,” Faye said, still dazed and not quite able to enunciate properly.

“Your eyes were burned. They need to be treated but I can do that. I need you to stay calm okay. I know it is scary but I have this. You are going to be fine.” In situations like this Jasmine always found that giving a patient information helped to make it less scary. “Faye I am going put you to sleep okay. When you wake up you will be fine.”

Meanwhile, the other staff were cutting her uniform away carefully so ensure they knew where all the burns were. It became quickly evident that they stopped at the top of Faye’s chest and her left hand and forearm had also been affected. Her torso and legs were clean. Her hairline was looking a little on the singed side too and her teal dyed hair would have to be regenerated to encourage new growth so she didn’t have bald patches once the burned areas were treated.

~Faye Calloway, Data Scientist

Jasmine began to work on other sections of the burns as the nurses and other doctors took sections also so that the treatment progressed as quickly as possible. An hour later Jasmine set down the last dermal regenerator. A soft bandage was over Faye’s eyes. She would be able to see but it would take a moment for her eyes to adjust once Faye opened them much like a bright light filling a room where you were sleeping. Taking a seat next to the science officer, Wynter leaned back in the chair to begin the paperwork and wait for the woman to awaken.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO


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