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Main sim - Surgical Suite

Posted Aug. 27, 2019, 10:20 p.m. by Civilian Sadee Brooks (Executive Officer's Daughter) (H Levi Smiley)

Posted by Crewman Jasper Jarvis (Cardiology and Surgery) in Main sim - Surgical Suite

Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster/Fate bringer) in Main sim - Surgical Suite

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Pilar O’Keefe (Head Nurse) in Main sim - Surgical Suite
Posted by… suppressed (12) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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=/\=Crap. Alright, watch him closely, you’ve got my backing to do what you need short of killing him,=/\= Brad replied.

“I would have thought Doctor Holt would have been doing this surgery. Isn’t he the general specialist?” the intern asked, even though there was no Doctor Holt on board.

“Who?” NE That Guy asked.

Lt. Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker/NE That Guy
Chief of Staff/Random Dude

“Dr. Holt,” the intern re-stated. “You know, head of the General Surgery department?” She looked around to see that people were picking up the thread of her thought.

“I was unaware that there was a General Surgery department on board,” Dr Jarvis replied offhandedly. He had little time to think on the comment as the surgery still required his full attention. However, it did strike him as odd. As far as he was concerned, the only proper surgeons on board were himself and Dr Marshall.

The intern looked slightly surprised. “Uhh, okay. A starbase this big does sort of make it necessary. I mean, there are four thousand people on board,” she said with a giggle before remembering she was talking to a more senior staff member and looked down with embarrassment.

Jasper shot the intern a sideways look was she brainless as well as a clutz? The Ogawa had closer to four-hundred people on board, not four-thousand. And last time he’d checked, it was a starship, not a starbase. Unless the Federation had found a budget deficit and needed to make some reclassifications that he was not privy to. As if trying to save himself the hassle of having to explain this to the woman, he simply said, “computer, please state the type and designation of this ship as well as its crew capacity.”

The computer replied dutifully, “The USS Ogawa NCC Dash 64284 Dash A is a McCoy-Class vessel. Crew complement is 40.” (OOC: No, that’s not a typo, but true to spec.)

“I think you might want to have your head examined, young lady. As you heard, this from this ships computer, there are only 40 crew personnel on board.” Jarvis then thought for a moment, “on second thoughts, you should perhaps make that a priority. It would certainly explain your clumsiness.”

Ignoring the back and forth between the chief of staff and chief of surgery, Dr Jarvis finished with the vascular regenerator and held it out for the nurse to take. “I was unaware that we had a Dr Holt on board, however, it is possible that I have not encountered him yet. Regardless, Nurse, I am the one performing this surgery,” he emphasised, alluding to the nonsense going on between the senior officers. If this was going to be the reaction every time he tried to save someone’s life, he would not be surprised to find himself in the brig sooner or later. “Nurse, hand me the anabolic protoplaser. We can now begin repairing the damage to the organ itself.”

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

Bump for Harley and Linds.

Meanwhile outside of the surgery Cai sat looking a little lost and more than a bit shocked considering his sort of, but not in that way, friend had collapsed in front of him and the doctors had all rushed off to deal with it. He watched Drake on the other side of sickbay and looked around. There were a lot of people he didn’t know in sickbay....he hated sickbays. This posting was the worst of all the ships Willow had dragged him to because it was basically one giant sickbay. The teenager shuddered, a clamp sort of sweat breaking out across his forehead and closing his eyes willed the nauseated feeling to go away.

Cai

Drake didn’t want to interact with the Captain’s brother again, but he has been taught that there are certain things you just do. He walked over and sat down. “She’s going to be fine. You on the other hand, look like crap. What’s the deal?”

-Dr Drake Marshall

Opening his eyes he looked at Drake and gave the required scowl of angsts teens. “I don’t like sickbays. When they are empty and it’s quick it’s fine but full like this it gives me the creeps ok. Can you go away and deal with someone else.”

“Well you also look like you’re about to hurl on my sickbay floor. And the guy I would typically put on mop detail is in surgery. So, how about you tell me what’s really going on? Then I’ll medicate you and you can tell me to go to hell. Deal?” Drake had been Cai ten years earlier, minus the blue hair. He understood hating the world because it felt like nothing but pressure in a place where no one really cared. Cai had the advantage of not being in his first year at the Medical Academy at the time. He just needed something beyond the metal music and pissing off his sister to do that he cared about.

-Dr Drake Marshall

Just then, Melaia and Jonathan entered the med bay with the twins in tow and Mel looking like she was trying her best to hide her pain. Quickly she surveyed the the place and knew that her injury was minor and low priority, so she simply moved over to the waiting area. “You can leave the kids here and go. I know they probably need you,” she told Jonathan.

~Melaia Reez

Cai

OOC: I’m sorry for the delay. I was wondering, however, if we should split this thread. It’s a bit confusing as there are really two locations going on here, the main area of sickbay and the surgical suite. I’ll change the location for my reply and those in the surgical suite can reply. If you are in sickbay, go back one post and reply to that one.

-Harley

IC: Sadee’s vitals began to stabilize, and her color was slowly returning to normal.

-Sadee

The intern handed over the instrument, but the tray wobbled slightly. Fortunately for all of them, nothing fell over. Behind her mask, her cheeks flushed three shades darker.

Anabolic Protoplaser in hand, Dr Jarvis began the process of repairing the girl’s spleen. Glad that something on the other side of the OR door’s had drawn Dr Marshall’s attention away. The man was quickly becoming an exceptionally disagreeable shadow. At least now he could complete the surgery in relative peace. Assuming, of course, his nurse did not decide to drop something else.

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

The repairs to the spleen went well. It looked as though Jarvis was able to save the organ.

-Sadee, open on the table.

OOC: She’s not a nurse, but a surgical intern (as far as you know). I just assumed that when I brought her in that the nurse Jarvis was referring to was an NE of yours. Just to make sure things are clear.
IC:
The intern leaned over slightly and peered at the spleen as it was being repaired. “That’s a nice line of repair, Doctor,” she said, smiling behind her mask.

~Mischief Maker

OOC: sorry, linds, my bad.

IC:
“It was nothing difficult, my dear. However, it is nice to know that someone appreciates my work around here.” He held out the Anabolic Protoplaser for her to take. “The organ tissue seems to have regenerated sufficiently and the blood vessels repaired. Now, hand me the Celular Microsuture so I can finish the internal repair, then we can close.”

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

The intern took the one instrument and handed Jarvis the next one.

~Mischief Maker

Dr Jarvis took the instrument and finished the internal repairs. Once he was done he held it back out to the nurse. “Autosuture,” he said firmly. It was time to seal up this patient and claim a personal victory over Dr ‘repair the dislocated shoulder first’ Marshall.

Dr. J. Jarvis M.D

“What’s her prognosis?” the intern said curiously.

“She should hopefully make a full recovery,” Dr Jarvis replied as he finished sealing his incision. He then turned to the NE nurse, “make sure she is stable and take her to recovery. Update me imediatly if there are any problems.” Just to be on the safe side, he gave the patient a quick scan with a tricorder.

~Mischief Maker

Pilar came over “What can I do to help Doctor?”

Head Nurse

OOC: Tyra, you’re already in the Primary Sickbay thread. There are three Sickbay threads currently, so I know it will get confusing, but people can only be in one place at a time for this sim for sure. Thanks! ~Linds

=^= All hands, this is the Captain. Due to an unforeseen course correction we have found ourselves in a spacial anomaly that we are seeking to rectify. We also seem to have somehow picked up some extra passengers. If you encounter anyone you do not know please notify the bridge immediately. All Duty Personnel report to your stations, civilians report to sickbay. Section and Department heads take stock of your staff and report to the bridge.=^=

Willow Taylor
CO

Dr Jarvis listened to the Captain’s announcement and glanced at the surgical intern. Perhaps not a head injury after all. However, he waited until he was well out of the woman’s earshot before contacting the bridge. =^=Bridge, this is Dr Jarvis in secondary sickbay. I’ve just finished operating on Commander Brokes’ daughter. She should make a full recovery. However, I may have come across one of your extra passengers in the form of a surgical intern. =^=

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

A soft pain escaped the young girl’s lips as she began to stir. “Mmm… what, what happened?” She opened her eyelids, her not quite focusing on the room around her.” Mom?” she asked, panic quickly growing in her voice. “Mom, are you there ? Mom? Mommy?!”

-Sadee


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