Posted Jan. 1, 2020, 10:01 a.m. by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Emergency Medicine/Chief of Surgery) (Sage Pennington)
Posted by Civilian Cai Taylor (Captain’s Brother) in Side sim: Between Two Pulsars
Posted by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Emergency Medicine/Chief of Surgery) in Side sim: Between Two Pulsars
<snip>The teens eyes took in the scan images. “So what?” He asked. “You’re gunna drill into his skull?” He looked up at Drake.
Cai
“Drill? No. Cut? Yes. The blood needs to be evacuated, the haemorrhage stopped, and clot removed.” Drake snapped his gloves into place. “Shall we?” He waved to the OR door.
-Dr Drake Marshall
Cai followed. “Seems a bit low tech for modern medicine.” He commented interestedly. He was careful not to get in Drake’s way.
Cai
Nurse Khev was waiting with a report that the patient was stable, but intracranial pressure was building. “Mr Taylor, stay south of the navel or a few feet back. I need free room.” Drake pulled up a stool and called for an exoscalpel. “Be ready with drainage.”
Cai frowned but made himself as uncombersome as possible near the wall where he could see the surgical area in the overhead screens.
“Yes doctor.” As Drake made the initial incision, he thought of being an ER Surgeon. Someone was going to have questions about his methods, and that wasn’t a problem in the emergency department.
There was more blood than Drake had anticipated in the skull. Drainage was only keeping it clear for a few seconds at a time. Drake sealed the damaged artery, but a complication introduced itself. As he looked at the injured NE’s vitals, his brainwaves started to appear odd. “He’s stroking.” Where’s the clot?” Lena pointed it out on a scan. A sharp edge of the clot had cut open a different artery and slipped in.
-Dr Drake Marshall
Cai waited watching Drake.
Cai
“We need to evacuate the clot.”
“You can’t cut into a blood vessel.”
“I can and I will.”
“We can beam it out.” Drake made his incision. “By the time you got a lock, he’d be dead. Tractor.” Slowly, carefully, Drake pulled the clot out. “Tissue regenerator.” Wordlessly, he began to close. The fact that he had been right was enough.
“Turf him to the sickbay floor. Tell whoever brought him in what happened.”
“You’re not going to-“
“I don’t deal with families that are just so thankful or worse, blessed, that I’m their relative’s surgeon.” As he turned, he saw Cai behind him. He flicked his gloves into a biohazard bin. “Let’s get you that guitar and far away from me. It’s for your sake. I was like you when I was 16. I don’t want to end up your role model because we’re so similar.” As they walked back into the locker room, he said “A piece of advice; whatever’s eating at your soul, find someone to talk to. If you pour all your energy into your studies and work… this is what you get.”
-Drake Marshall
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