Sickbay - Main Sim

Posted Sept. 20, 2021, 11:05 a.m. by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Senior Gamemaster) (Gene Gibbs)

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Main Sim

Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Senior Gamemaster) in Sickbay - Main Sim

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Main Sim
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The first of the casualties started to trickle into sickbay from the region around the impact. Earlier there were two who had come in with minor sprains from crew who had lost balance and fallen at the impact.

Three came into the sickbay, assisted by two others.

One man had a nasty gash along his leg that was wrapped in an emergency bandage. He was assisted by another, and was limping with noticeable pain.
Another, a woman, was moving unsteadily on her feet, one hand at the side of her head. She looked disoriented and was assisted by another who was well, but looked even more afraid than the woman.
The third, a Vulcan, had visible burns along one arm and possibly his side, though he was dealing with it with typical Vulcan control.


Pretha’s voice came over the comm just then. =^=This is transporter room one, medical emergency. We have a Kazon presenting with siezures. Transporting him to medical now!=^= While she seemed a bit agitated, she also seemed to have things under control.

(cross from transp thread)

The Transporter effect ended and the two were in a place that had a different decking in an open area - a space designed for transporter emergencies like this one. The two materialized in a sickbay that was active but not chaotic with several crew being looked at for what looked to be minor injuries. Close up Pretha could not see or feel any distinct injury in the Kazon she cradled, though his breath was bad and his eyes had a blue tinge where they might normally be white. His breathing turned labored as though he were having trouble breathing, moving from breaths to short strained gasps.
- Wookiee

Seeing the Kazon enter she passed off the patient with the burns rona nurse. “Bed two” Jasmine snapped and began moving towards it with a medical tricorder already raised and ready to scan him. Jasmine wasn’t an expert on kazon physiology but the labored breathing and blue tinge made her instantly think pulmonary, head injury, or a combination of both. “What happened to him,” she asked Pretha. While Jasmine wasn’t sure the woman knew anything, the fact she was bringing him in held promise. Lifting the tricorder, Jasmine began the scans.

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Scans did not show any physical damage, at least on the outside. There was no head injury. Scans did show, however, that there was neurological and lung damage. There was a high concentration of a mercury cadmium in his lungs spreading to his bloodstream.
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“No contusions, aneurysms, or subdural hematomas,” Jasmine rattled off ruling out the normal reasons as to why the patient was displaying signs of early neurological trauma and respiratory distress. “Pulmonary scans indicate inflammed aveolar sacs which could account for the shallow respiration and blue tinge around the eyes. Placing a pulse ox on his chest, Jasmine looked up to see the bed displaying his O2 saturation in his lungs was declining. While low, the 92 reading was not dire or indicative of pulmonary collapse yet. “Get him on O2,” she ordered to the nurse as she began to mentally tick off what she wasn’t dealing with to figure out what was happening. Without contusions to the body, this meant the damage was not caused from a crushing or physical injury.

“Did he inhale anything,” Jasmine asked, “running the tricorder over the nasal and esophageal tissues? If he had inhaled a volatile substance it would account for the damage she was seeing however the tissues looked intact from the scans.

Several heart beats later, Jasmine snapped her fingers rapidly at a nurse. “Get me a tox screen,” she ordered as she drew a blood sample and handed it to the nurse.

Once the vial of blood was run the nurse handed the PaDD with the results back to Jasmine. Her brow wrinkled as she read the results. “We need to do gastrointestinal irrigation. I need 50 cc’s of edathamil calcium disodium and 20 cc’s of bisacodyl, ” she ordered before leaning towards the Kazon. Jasmine touched his hand to direct his attention to her. “You have mercury cadmium levels in your blood that are off the chart? We need to cleatate the cadmium and flush the mercury from your system. Can you tell me what happened?” The supplemental O2 should help him talk some as the nurse prepared the hypos.

Jasmine Wynter CMO

OOC: Okay, I’m seriously impressed with your post

The Kazon’s reaction was sluggish; while he may have taken offense at a ‘woman’ touching him that was superseded by his ‘feeling’ of impending death. His breathing was labored, forced and quick as though trying to get enough oxygen. That may, in the next moments, be helped with the application of oxygen. “Capsule struck. Thruster engine damaged. Leak. So much smoke. Couldn’t see. Breathe.” After that he was noticeably exhausted from the effort to speak, but after the application of the oxygen the Kazon noticeably relaxed in his breathing efforts.

OOC: Lungs, Brain, and Nervous system…the playground of a Speech Pathologist lol. ~ Kate

“Easy there,” Jasmine said administering the hypos into his neck. “Try to relax and not talk. You have pulmonary edema due to the inhalation of the cadmium in the smoke. This medicine will help flush the toxins from your system. You will start feeling better but in the mean time you are going to feel like crap,” she admitted. Jasmine’s bedside manner was tailored to her patients. Some patient’s needed molly coddling words and attention so sickeningly sweet they could kill a diabetic in five minutes flat. Others, like the Kazon, were tough guys and usually did far better with direct, no sugar coating responses.

Placing another hypo to his neck, she continued. “I am giving you an analgesic to help with the sensation that someone is using an iron on your lungs. I am also starting you on an antibiotic. Monitor the patient for signs of chemical Pneumonitis due to Cadmium Fumes.” Her conversation was directed at both the Kazon and the attending nurse. “It should help you feel better but if you start trying to roam around and become a pain in my ass I am going to just knock you out for the next few hours. Capisce?” Cochrane was going to want as much info as he could get from this patient probably but even in the best times Kazon’s were not the most cooperative of species and with a sick bay full of wounded she did not have time to play nursemaid to those that were being dificult.

Looking at Pretha, she handed the woman a PaDD. “I am sure you have questions but try to keep it minimal. If you can have him type it out any responses.” Normally Jasmine was not this abrupt but they were still triaging the injured. She would be there if they needed her.

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The patient, between wheezing, appeared to try to focus on her words. The narrowing of his eyes here and there indicated some understanding. Even with the initial treatment he didn’t appear to be thinking of moving about in the short term. About this time three more came into sickbay, escorted by security. Each were more walking wounded than critical.

Jasmine pulled her hair back knotting it around a stylus seeing more Kazon entering the room. As emergencies went this was not as bad as it could have been. She was not hip deep in surgeries as people cried and staff screamed out a Litany of injuries Jasmine had to triage in her head prioritizing based on experience rather than visual inspection. Those situations always resulted in the loss of more life than needed. It was always just a matter of not enough hands and too many injuries.

Looking back at the Kazon on the table Jasmine laid a hand on his arm and looked into his eyes. “You are going to be fine okay. I promise. I need to look at more of your crew. I’ll be right back. Just relax.” She had been abrupt almost bordering on rude earlier. Hopefully he wouldn’t take her brusque manner as a typical thing. Moving away from the bed Jasmine saw Lavonne and Shavonne already taking charge of the entering Kazon. While the women were not doctors they were damn good nurses.

One male Kazon was cradling his arm that was twisted at a unnatural angle.

“Come here baby,” Lavonne said in her soft but soulful deep voice. “Lemme fix that in up.” The Kazon probably had never experienced the type of nursing he was about to get from Washington but that would not stop the woman. She did not adhere to the strict and rigid formality as most of the nursing staff did. Lavonne, like the rest of her family prescribed down home medicine much like one would remember given by a loving elderly aunt or a Grammie. It was personal. Maybe too much so for a Kazon but as sweet as Lavonne could be, her tongue had been known to cut an officer to them bone if they acted the fool as her grammie called it.

Pulling out a tricorder, Lavonne scanned the mans arm.

The Kazon gave her a look that, by rough translation might suggest his thoughts to be ‘what asylum have I gotten into’? The scan looked a but ugly. It was broken cleanly, though one bone just above the break was fractured.

A female looked like she had been tossed around. A slight limp and a large bruise forming on one cheek.

Jasmine moved to the woman. On the way over she grabbed a small silver bag that she began to knead and toss in her hands. Reaching the woman, Jasmine lifted it up and placed it gently on the woman’s cheek as her other hand fished the tricorder out of her pocket. “I’m doctor Wynters. Your friend over there is going to be fine. We’re you in engineering with him?”

She winced and pulled her head away in reaction to the touch, then accepted its application. “Just the escape pod. I was fine before getting on. Got this I guess when it went into a tumble and bounced off something. I bounced too,” she replied. “But not very well. I was out for a bit. I remember the hit, then nothing until just before getting transported here.” She was straining to remember, but that was all she could say.

Asking questions like this may have seemed abrupt but it was a way to kill two birds with one stone. Everyone always assumes a concussion resulted in a bump on the skull that formed a goose egg. What most didn’t realize was a brain was just a gelatinous blob half floating in the skull. Concussions resulted in rhe gelatinous blob impacting the hard surface of a skull. The bruise might have been on the woman’s cheek but whatever stuck her face that hard meant the woman’s Bell had been rung pretty hard. If she had fallen into something the possible injury would be to the anterior region of the skull. If the woman had been hit and thrown back the damage
would be at the brain stem which was far worse than most people always suspected. Then again it could have just been a cheek bruise. What the tricorder said would be backed up by the woman’s words. If she was clear, consider, and could answer it would rule out any head injury and help Jasmine plan for any future injuries.

A second male had the hair singed off on one side of his head and a flash burn along that portion of scalp and face. It was uncertain if it had gone further.

Three medical officer’s were on the last Kazon faster than women in the prowl during ladies night. One was already pressing a hypo filled with a strong analgesic to the males neck. Y the man not screaming in pain it meant the burns were at least third degree affecting the nerves. While there were so many levels to pain, burns were the most excruciating since it was essentially cauterizing the ends of nerve cells. When people screamed and cried it meant that the cells were still there and firing. Painful but a prognosis that was far better than the numbed expression one wore when the nerves were damaged too much to fire.

“I need some dermaline,” one of the medical staff ordered holding out her hand as if willing the medicine to find it. The third medical staff of the trio was already preparing a bed with a poly nutrient bag to begin a possible intravenous line to combat pain and infection if necessary.

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The burn was deeper than it looked. Fortunately his clothes caught the brunt of it and it was only mildly burned in localized areas which would be painful but okay. Readings showed shock had set in which likely caused him to not feel the discomfort of it on his skin, or the edges of the burn where it was not as deep. He took the attention dispassionately, detached.
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