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No More Excuses

Posted May 12, 2021, 3:39 p.m. by Civilian Runa Siff Edman (Education Specialist) (Jennifer Ward)

The trip started off horribly before they ever left the ship. Runa had returned to Revna’s quarters to walk with her to the shuttlebay. She knew without asking that no amount of sedative and muscle relaxer was going to ease the pain making it hard for her to breath this time. Runa sat with her for the next hour until they had to leave. Runa got Revna settled in the back of the runabout, the EMH taking over. A rebreather and a very heavy sedative later, Revna was asleep, or at least unconscious. The pilot, a young lt that had volunteered for this trip, had been the first to offer to take the counselor. She’d helped him and some of his friends through problems. There were many on the ship who she helped before they even knew they needed it. And all this time she’d been sick and no one knew it. To Runa it seemed that now that the surgery was impending Revna was too exhausted to keep up, and her health spiraled.

Jameson was the first onto the Runabout. He walked into the medical bay at the back and took a long look at Revna. “Never could do anything without flair, could you Princess?” Revna glared at him. She hated that name. But the rebreather kept her from retorting. Once she’d got on the shuttle it was just easier to let her damaged lungs stop fighting, at least a little bit. She had no intention of giving up. He chuckled seeing the look. “Good, you keep fighting.” He nodded to a nurse. “Katie, record all these vitals.” He checked her current metabolism rate and began fiddling with a hypo he had in his hands. He pointed to the medics, “Get her to surgical suite 1,” as they prepped to move Revna onto a stretcher Jameson looked back at her. “I’m not giving you time to change your mind,” and then he administered 250mls Kayolane.

Runa


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