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Main Sickbay - Medical Emergency (ATTN Medical Staff)

Posted April 26, 2019, 12:02 a.m. by Captain Molly Wright (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Joana Ribeiro)

The sickening sound of the shuttle cabin depressurizing filled her ears. The structural integrity warning echoed in her mind.

Molly shook her head as she ran, trying to clear her thoughts. She jumped over a tree root, then another, and then another. She knew this part of the rainforest. She had done it before. But somehow, her mind kept coming in and out of focus. Behind her, she could hear the closing steps of the ferocious creatures that lived between the trees. If only she could get to a clearing… She was starting to think that disabling the holodeck safeties might not have been the brightest of ideas.

Suddenly, her right foot caught in a tree root, and Molly dove full speed into the ground. Part rolling, part sliding through the moist earth and vegetation, Wright managed to get back on her feet. But it was too late. Spears and arrows flew past her, and as she ducked out of the way, a stone hit the back of her head, causing her to go down again. The voices, speaking in an unknown language, were now closer than ever before. Her knees hit the ground before she felt a foot on her backside driving her hips to the moist forest floor and a sharp pain pierce through the back of her right thigh.

A scream cut the air, before Wright realized it was her own.

As clawed hands grabbed her ankles and pinned her shoulders to the ground, Molly managed to yell =/\= Computer, end program! =/\=

The lush vegetation of the rainforest promptly disappeared, replaced by the grey and yellow grid of an empty holodeck. And with it, so did the creatures and the spear that had pierced the back of Wright’s leg, leaving behind an open gash.

Panting, Molly knew she didn’t have much time, and through gritted teeth she pulled herself up, blood streaking the floor as she moved. Reaching for her workout t-shirt, she ripped the bottom of it before tying it around her thigh, in a makeshift tourniquet. All she had to do now was walk back to her quarters. Quietly.

Alas, the universe had other plans for her, as the Holodeck doors opened revealing one of the few people Molly had wished not to cross paths with.

“What the actual hell happened to you!?” Sergeant Jersey Reyes nearly screamed as she stumbled back a step in shock before rushing forward to Molly’s aid. Bare knees burned on the floor as she slid beside the Dresden’s injured CIO, her small hands surprisingly strong in the pressure applied to the wound. “You’re going to Sickbay, right?!” She asked more forcefully than Molly had ever heard the young Marine.

A gasp escaped Molly’s lips as the former combat medic applied pressure in her leg. “Ah, it’s nothing. Just a small accident in my morning routine.” Wright said through gritted teeth, trying to sound better than she felt. “Nothing to worry about.” But the moment the words left her lips, Molly knew she had given Jersey the wrong answer. “I’ll see how I feel tonight.” She gave the Marine a forced smile.

“Like hell you are!” A slap to Jersey’s commbadge opened the channel and in that moment, Molly knew hiding what had happened was now out of the question.

=/\= Sgt. Reyes to Transporter Room One… Bobby, Captain Wright is hurt… bad… two to beam directly to Sickbay. =/\=

The pair materialized in the middle of Main Sickbay, in the usually quiet early hours of the morning. While feeling strangely dizzy, Molly’s leg gave up, causing the Intel Officer to reach for Jersey’s shoulder to support herself.

Jersey barked out into the room. “I need help over here… NOW!” Then the trained combat medic began to rattle the Intel Chief’s condition to anyone in the room. “Female, 29, through & through on the right thigh… about four inches above the knee on the inside of the leg…. femur seems undamaged… likely puncture of the superficial femoral artery.” In that moment, Jersey’s voice cracked. “She’s lost a lot of blood…” Then her tone pleaded. “… hurry damn you!”

Capt. Wright, CIO & Sgt. Reyes


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