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Posted July 25, 2020, 10:11 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) (D Grisham)

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

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

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Che’lak (Medical Officer / Non-Native Physiology Specialist) in Sickbay - Main Sim
Posted by… suppressed (8) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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\= K’sang to Captain Cochrane, it looks like you could use a little help Sir. Permission to forgoe protocol and set aside introductions for later? Exiting Science Lab 1 with an updated PaDD in hand he began to make his way to the turbolift. To cut things short, my strengths are in Xenobiology, and i’m on my way to the Medical bay to see if I can be of any assistance until priorities shift. =/\=

K’Sang, CSO

=^= Negative, Mr. K’Sang. I recieved reports the bridge found some kind of radiation signature on the planet. Please head there directly and see if you can find out what kind and a source. I will meet you there shortly.=^=

Cochrane looked around. “Counselor. Please stay here and assist the Graviens. And keep me informed of the condition of everyone. I’ll be on the bridge.” and he made his way out.

Cochrane, CO

Zef watched him prepare to leave. “Of course, Captain. If at all possible, please keep me in the loop.” She was sure the Gravinians were going to have questions, and in sickbay, she would be their only bridge to the information.

—Rollo, CNS

Maree looked at Rollo and more or less dragged her along to the other bed with a questioning look toward both the Counselor and the Vulcan. As she was settled, Maree’s normal bruskness returned. “It’s your device. We have never had such technology.” While it may sound like an evasive answer it was also a true one.

Her change in demeanor and evasiveness led Rollo to believe that age might be an important factor in Gravinian physiology. However, there was no reason to make a big deal out of it. She just needed to tell the medical staff to keep an eye out, just in case.

Che’lak tailed the pair at a comfotable distance. Once Maree had settled down, the Vulcan flipped open her tricorder and began probing the high-level structure of the Gravian’s bodily structure while hearing, but not listening, to her words.

Che’lak’s initial scans would show a rather complex physiology. The heart and lungs were part of a single set of organs interconnected with the lungs like wings out from the heart. For the other internal organs .. the kidneys, liver, spleen, appendix or so on .. all those looked to be in a single glob.
- Wookiee

The physiologist’s dedicated composure hit a wobble as her surprise was matched only by her fascination. Never in all her years of case studies has she encountered anything similar. Just barely had her work in theory touched on biological systems with vaguely similar constructions. As her first minutes on board could have gone, this scenario was rather strongly validating her decision to enter field medicine as an approach to her research.

The doctor furthered her scan, looking for any areas of the body containing notable cavities. In any other being she would have brushed of the existence of such things but in this case she was ruling out nothing. Recognising the senior officer opposite her, she spoke past Maree. “Counsellor, what is our situation here? Do we have access, or the possibility thereof, to information or literature on the physiology of the Gravians?”

Lt. J.G. Che’lak - Medical

There was basic medical information provided in a overview of culture and Gravenian physiology. It wasn’t detailed in the least but was more like a high school biology course study than anything hugely detailed.

“We have whatever the away team has gathered. Might I suggest scanning one of the other Gravinians that is here?” Both Hone and Maree were much older than Mr Tov, so whatever Maree had alluded to would possibly show up when the scans were compared to each other.

—Rollo, CNS

Meaning there that the scans that had been recovered or done were more detailed than what they had been provided in the initial diplomatic transmissions. Maree shrugged. “Hone is busy. Scan me if you like.”

Che’lak gave no verbal response. A respectful, appreciative nod was given to Rollo as she completed her scans of Maree. This situation was her bread and butter but she had been thrown in with a dearth of context and information. Nonetheless, such an experience was valuable in her estimation. Field duty would be full of such scenarios and the physiologist had every intention on developing strategies which would allow her to excel here just as well as she had done behind her desk.

Looking over the scans Che’lak had taken, Jasmine focused on the interconnected circulatory-respiratory systems. The heart and lungs were part of a single set of organs interconnected with the lungs like wings. She could not get out the idea that the organs looked as if they could float away which again supported the insane theory of a corporeal form inside the Graviens. “Dr Hone,” she said enlarging a section of the scan. “How can I assist you,” Jasmine said waiting for directions. She set a scanner to take readings specifically of the heart and lung structure making a note and saving it in a file for Shon. Maybe this was the reason for the varied illnesses back in Ka Verde. Maybe blood types were compatible but organs were not.

Jasmine Wynter CMO

“Tell me what I’m seeing with your scans. From mine I am seeing a rupture in the upper veri-tract that may hemmorage if we do not halt the level of internal bleeding. His head injury can wait as can his legs and arm. Tov is very seriously injured here and it will take surgery to patch up. Now,” he said looking at Wynter and Che’lak. “I can start. You’ll have to finish. He looked to Maree. “We’ll need your blood.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.

Maree flinched. “Of course.”
- Wookiee

With great haste Che’lak rounded the biobeds to face Wynter and Hone from across the body of Tov. Waving her tricorder, she took the same readings as she had for Maree. If there were any vast discrepancies, it would seem logical that such a quick procedure could provide valuable enlightenment well worth the time invested. Once her scans were underway, the doctor refocussed her attention on the other medics approach to treating the man. As much as she hoped Wynter would appreciate the importance of her investigation, she was fully prepared to be ordered to aid in the treatment of Tov before continuing.

Lt. J.G. Che’lak - Medical

There were discrepancies. There were several in fact that were notable that Che’lak would catalogue.
1. Maree was older than Tov and the organs had a distinct alteration in their size and functions were less in Maree
2. Maree was female and there were anatomical differences. Here, it appeared that the ribs closed in more around the Gravenian body, however the musculature was more flexible with Maree and with what reproductive organs that there were the body looked to expand all around rather than just the abdomen with humans.
3. Organ damage showed up in contrast. Musculature and veins looked to be linked with the Gravenians, and Tov had considerable internal damages. None by themselves were life threatening, though put together he was a mess.

The Vulcan doctor made note of her observations. Nothing the scan uncovered especially surprised her. The reproductive organs were of an interesting construction but nothing on the surface presented any answers to the questions at hand. Details uncovered regarding the man’s wounds were transferred to the biobed’s own display. Reluctantly, she set aside her study and joined Doctor Wynter in preparing to assist Hone.

“Your physiology is not like any I have seen. Especially your cardio-pulmonary tract or what you call your upper veri-tract which I assume is this section here,” Jasmine circled the section of the scan with the heart and wing-like lung structure. Performing surgery on an unknown race was always difficult and risky. Luckily Jasmine and Che’lak were not going in blind. They had Hone. Bringing up all information Jasmine had on the Graviens on the large surgical wall PaDD, Jasmine tried to hide her grimace. With the information they had on the subject, it was like a high school anatomy and physiology class but Tov was no frog. Bringing the surgical equipment on line, Jasmine was glad to be in the twenty-four century. From what she could tell so far, Gravien medicine was on par with the twenty-first-century medicine where doctors went in was a pat on the patient’s shoulder and the promise they were going to be just fine. “Okay we are ready to assist,” she said to Hone with a brief eye gaze towards Che’lak. switching on the wall PaDD was not something she routinely did except to train those in her department in unfamiliar surgeries. This time it was meant to tape the surgery for reference later. A later review might give them something to learn about the Gravien anatomy and physiology if the needed it again.

Having Che’lak was also a boon. The newest doctor seemed to specialize in physiology. So much of medicine was what you had experienced instead of learned. For what she didn’t know, Jasmine hoped Che’lak and her could figure it out.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter

Hone grunted his agreement, distracted. “Our surgical methods are still in the operative stage. We have tried forced cellular regeneration and have not had success with it. He pointed to the chest heart area then down to the major organ. “We’ll start with the heart then go here. The damage with the heart is not grave, though the internal damage here is significant and will require longer work.” He nodded to Maree. “And her blood.” He began an abbreviated description of the work on the major organ damage … “You’ll need to get in here, peeling back the outer layers and suture the damage before it swells too far to be able to do it.”

Jasmine thought it was rather off that Hone singled out Maree as a blood donor. “Nurse,” Jasmine called someone over to start collecting the blood from the fellow Gravien. Turning to Hone she asked for some specifics. “So on average homans can donate on eight to ten percent of thier blood weight at one time without going into hypovolemic shock. Is this the same for you and if I may ask are the females of your species all universal donors. As humans we have eight blood types. A+, A-, B+, B-, O+, O-, AB+, AB-. As long as you meet up with the right RH factor and type you are fine. O+ is our universal receivers and O- is the universal donor. I just need to know what to do incase we need blood and don’t have enough.” Blood typing was common and with the ease of medical care few died from transfusions as in Earth’s history, however they were no on Earth and this was not a human with the same physiology. Jasmine just wanted to make sure some first year rookie medical mistake didn’t kill the patient before they started.

Hone glanced over and his expression was that that was unduly complicated. “So it is random?” he asked. “On Graven there are particular antibodies formed within clan bloodlines. Those within the bloodline can donate within that scope. Engineer Tov is Sister-son of Second Minister so she is able to donate blood. Which is fortunate with the time frame we are working with.”

Taking the initiative, Pretha tapped her comm badge. =^= Medical, this is Lt Oberon. I’m on the surface with the XO and the Diplomat, Ms Anders. We are finishing up for the day and our Hosts are asking about the status of their people up there. Do we have anything to tell them yet?=^=

Pretha
Sec/CRIT Ldr

=/\=For the moment Tov is stable but we are beginning surgery with the assistance of Dr. Hone. We will report when it is over,=/\= Jasmine responded to the comm.

Lt Jasmine Wynter CMO

OOC: Just checking. Does anyone on the ship know about the Gravinians going to sleep at dusk?

D…
OOC: Good questions. It is possible that that is a no …

Standing alondside the CMO, Che’lak resisted her mind’s persistent urges to continue pondering the questions of Gravien anatomy. In the Vulcan’s long career, surgery was a recent addition to her skillset. The theory involved was quite elementary to her but as she had taken her first steps into the practice she had found it to be more of an art than a science. She had come a long way and was fully qualified but whenever she stepped into a live situation she found herself acutely aware of her own lack of experience. Eventually, her thoughts found stability in considering the anatomy before her as preparation for her immediate task.

Lt. J.G. Che’lak - Medical

Jasmine looked at the results Che’lak had recorded and placed them on the large wall PaDD so that everyone could refer to it easily. The problem was based on what they knew and what they were seeing showed some discrepancies. Based on what Che’lak catalogued causes several questions for Jasmine . As she prepared for surgery, Jasmine began to speak. “May I ask for some clarification, Dr. Hone,” she started as she began to start the surgical procedure assisted by both Che’lak and Hone.

“From the scans with Tov as compared to that of Maree, your organs have a distinct alterations in their size and function as one progresses in age. Our physiology is the same however we tend to just have things like decreased muscle mass and such but your alterations appear more drastic.”

“Musculature remains intact until advanced age, however organs operate on the basis of use. If one, over time, diminishes use of one’s body that can happen in older age, the organ adjusts accordingly. Now it takes time of consistent change; the organs are not balloons. Conversely, in rare circumstances they could increase. Maree is a typical case.”

“Okay so making the first incision into the thoracic cavity,” she announced opening Tov’s chest wall. Luckily she did not have to worry about the reproductive system in Tov. According to the scans it was not just a small organ or two tucked up out of the way as it was with humans. “So the organ damage appears to look to be on par with the scans. There is a lot of internal damage but…suction..” she pasued her narrative directing the nurse, “it seems to be less life threatening that I believed. Which is good.” Glancing up at Che’lak Jasmine paused waiting for the man to confur her observations. This was alien physiology and Jasmine was one not to care who had an answer if the answer was correct.

Hone pulled back and let her work. “Mind the skin of the inner membrane. It is more sensitive and thin than the outer membrane.” His voice was modulated, professional as though simply coaching one rather than teaching. He pointed to an area that looked mushy. “Damage there. Damaged membrane tissue will coagulate over time and if left too long may need to be removed. Here it is still workable.” He pointed out darker places. “The bleeding needs controlling there and it will heal in time - that is to us a nasty bruise.”

As Jasmine continued to peel back the layers of skin, tissue and muscle a thought popped in her head. “Dr. Hone back at Ka Verde I am embarrassed to admit that I was more focused on the the illness over the patient specifics. Those patients, were they all male or female or a combination of both?” If Hone’s reply was that it was a single sex, that with the anatomy might explain more about the illness. Her patient was on the table but Jasmine still could not let the mysterious words go. It still seemed that the Hone had been talking about out of body experiences instead of pure medical fact as she knew it.

Jasmine Wynter CMO

“Unfortunately it was not specific. All age groups and gender, at least in the adult age. No children have died.” He paused and stepped back. “My apologies but sleep comes. I trust in your skill.” As he lay back onto a biobed he murmured, “The principal vein near the spine is the optimum source for blood from Maree.” Then he was out.
- Hone

Rollo watched Hone lay down. “What are you doing? You need to assist with the surgery!” She looked from Wynter to Hone to Maree. “How can he just go to sleep at a time like this?” Then she noted the elder Gravinian at her side was looking especially tired with heavy lids. “What’s happening here? Minister, are you alright?”

—Rollo, CNS (trying to get their sleep cycle introduced to the ones who don’t know about it.)


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