Posted by Lieutenant Cara Esmé O’Farrell (Counselor / Education Specialist) in Sickbay …When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future
OOC: wasn’t sure where to put this so made a new thread and linking to the transporter room. Ignore if it’s not okay.
Having discharged her orders from the Captain to the Lt Cmdr, Cara headed to Sickbay to update Evrilla on what was happening. She walked in, spotted her and headed over. “Good…night I guess it is Dr. Evrilla. Thought I would come give ya an update.” Cara gave the information as quickly and concisely as possible.
“Honestly, I donna think anyone is happy about them comin’ aboard. They’re hidden somethin’ and are aggressive. I wonna be surprised if someone gets hurt. But the cap has ordered a whole unit of security and Marines ta the transporter room.”
=/\= Security to Sickbay! Prep for emergency point to point transport! =/\= and he grabbed NE Drank and made her kneel next to the young woman. He pressed her hard on the side of of the young woman’s neck and said “Do NOT let go! Not until the Doc tells you! =/\= Sickbay! Two to beam in! NE Drank and victim. Prep for incoming wounded. Its the Skipper. Engage! =/\= and Drank and the wounded girl vanished in a swirl of lights.
“I…I need help,” Drank stuttered with blood-covered hands. “Evrilla....Evrilla,” she screamed feeling the pulsing of the blood slowing. She was not a doctor but she had enough common sense to know this was not a good sign.
The sound of the incoming comm call had sent sickbay into over drive. A nurse ran to Drank seeing the blonde hair but not finding the owner she expected. Still, she was trained enough to not freeze. The young woman’s blood pressure was low and her breath was coming in struggled gasps. “Ensign I need you to keep pressure but not push so hard with your fingers. Evrillla,” the nurse screamed seeing this was way out her her hands. It needed the CMO. “You are doing great but her gasping is because you are choking her. We are going to change out,” the nurse kept a calm voice and placed her hands at the ready. “Evrilla,” she yelled again knowing the doc was near and hoping the head of sick bay was not having to choose between Kelly and this kid. “Count of three. One…two…three,” the nurse replaced her hands where Drank’s were.
As she waited for Evrilla to arrive, the nurse posed another question to Drank. “We sent Parker to transporter room twelve. How is the captain,” she asked the woman.
“I…I don’t know,” Drank stuttered wiping the blood off her hands onto her shirt. There was so much it only smeared it all over her uniform coming in.
“Dammit I need some help over here,” the nurse called out as a second set of swirls filled the sickbay this time materializing Kelly and the marine medic.
“I need a doctor,” the marine medic called out.
Lauren stood in the main room looking at the two patients that had just entered. Triage was a tricky situation and in situations like this, decisions were based on gut and experience. “Vitals,” she called out moving towards them both.
“Blood pressure eighty over fifty and falling. Possible skull fracture and CSF leak indicated by clear fluid draining from the right ear. Probably subdermal hematoma on the parietal-occipital lobe resulting from a contusion from an impact injury. The captain is not conscious and pupils are dilated,” the marine medical called out calmly.
“Patient is suffering from a laceration to the jugular vein post four minutes. Blood pressure falling seventy over fifty,” the nurse with Jessa reported. “She was conscious but has lost a lot of blood. We are losing her.”
It only took Lauren a second to pick the patient. “Until I get help, I need the Captin put into a stasis pod and someone find Evrilla,” Lauren yelled out. “I think she is with her daughter. Try her quarters and the educational suite,” she barked out orders. While the Captain’s injuries were serious and concerned Lauren greatly, only one patient was actively dying at the moment.
Moving next to the girl, Lauren locked eyes with the nurse. “Do not take your hands off her neck. If you do she will bleed out and we will lose her.” The ashen color of the young girl’s skin and a pale blue tint to her lips told Lauren she was about five minutes from bleeding out. Lauren did not need to read any scan to know what to do. “We need to get her into surgery. Get me a stretcher,” she yelled as the team was already moving one next to the biobed Jessa rested on. “On the count of three we are going to move her,” Lauren instructed her staff. “We need to do this in one motion because it is probably going to drop her BP even lower. Ready. One…two…Three,” Lauren placed a hand on Jessa’s forehead as four cormen moved the girl in a fluid unit to the stretcher. Years of practice had the medical emergency team moving like a single until. “Hang on baby,” Lauren said softly as she continued taking scans of the young girl as they walked across the room. “Is the surgical suite up and ready?” she asked already knowing everything she needed was in place. While this was not a normal Tuesday, it was not the first critical case they had seen.
Looking over her shoulder, Lauren saw the team moving Kelly into a stasis pod. “Prep the second surgical bay for the captain in case we need to do a craniotomy to relieve any pressure in the brain.”
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