Sickbay – Preparing for intake of wounded, triage etc.

Posted Jan. 22, 2022, 12:04 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander T’Aria (XO / Navigation Officer) (Trinity Fister)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander T’Aria (XO / Navigation Officer) in Sickbay – Preparing for intake of wounded, triage etc.

Posted by Lieutenant Commander T’Aria (XO / Navigation Officer) in Sickbay – Preparing for intake of wounded, triage etc.

Posted by Ensign Kastarak (Doctor) in Sickbay – Preparing for intake of wounded, triage etc.
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Doctor Kastarak, newly returned to the Chernov after being away on medical business, found himself in charge of sickbay just hours after his return. Commander T’Aria, the first officer, had instructed him to prepare sickbay for an intake of any wounded people, and also prepare for triage.

Nurse Sutalo was there to assist him. Together, they increased the number of bio-beds, just in case, and made sure that proper medication, at least the kind that would be used on battle wounds, was synthesized and ready to be used. The effect however was that things looked a bit cramped, and both Nurse Sutalo and Kastarak had tripped. Luckily they fixed the hazard. Nurse Sutalo was a good colleague, Kastarak mused, and they fitted well together. They seemed to understand one another.

Once they were ready, Kastarak turned to Sutalo.

“How about a cup of tea while we wait? It might be our last quiet time for a while.”

Sutalo agreed, and the two made some tea. They say down and sipped, not saying anything.

– Kastarak (Ensign, Medical Officer)

OOC: Great post, Richard! I don’t want to steal Travis’ thunder should he have something planned, but I figured… why not put Sickbay to use? ;)

Sickbay’s doors yanked open with a terrible screech, announcing a pair of engineers who nearly mistook the threshold. The first, an Andorian man, clasped his palm against a blue-crusted temple, his stark eyes glazed and his gait disoriented. Hoisting him up was a young human whose diminutive frame was no match for her companion’s considerable stature. “Doc!” She hollered, struggling to keep the Andorian on his feet as she coaxed him another step. “Atillos–” her breath hitched, “–he hit his head real hard. It won’t stop bleeding!”

— NEs Yasmeen Kiran and Rassih ch’Atillos

The tea session was abruptly cut. Sutalo had actually, some minutes before, broken the silence – probably an awkward one on Sutalo’s end – and disclosed some information about himself. He was Efrosian – quite a rare species in Star Fleet by Kastarak’s experience. His eyes were fiercely blue and his hair intensely white, as if afflicted with albinism, if the hair was for a Vulcan or human. Though for Efrosians it was not albinism, it was normal, and coloured hair was extremely rare and in some circles frowned upon. Because Sutalo’s face was clean-shaven, and his cranial ridges less pronounced than for other Efrosians, and with Sutalo’s human-like bed-side demeanour and human-like name (apparently Šutalo was a Croatian name, a culture and language in Earth’s European region, not too far from the Federation capital), Sutalo confided in Kastarak that many assumed that Sutalo was human.

In any case, they did not get any time to discuss cross-species cross-cultural prejudices, as the two engineers barged in. Nurse Sutalo and Kastarak got up quickly, quickly glanced at one another, almost as if telepathically understanding what each one of them was supposed to do. In this case, however, it was not telepathy, they had simply already formed a good working relationship.

Kastarak walked to the Andorian engineer – suddenly Kastarak’s mind was filled with memories of his Andorian roommate at Star Fleet Academy. While this man was not his former friend, they were of the same age, same height, and they were rather similar in most respects. It was surprising, even for Kastarak. Nothing of his thoughts were visible in the way Kastarak handled the situation though.

“Let’s get you to the bio-bed where you can sit down.” he said, while Sutalo helped him move. The patient appeared somewhat conscious, though he was bleeding heavily from the head.

Tightening her grip around Atillos’ waist, Yasmeen clenched her jaw and gingerly draped his arm around the nurse’s shoulders. Her gaze flickered nervously between Kastarak and Sutalo before she ducked and released his weight. Please be okay, she pleaded as she hurried aside.

“Atillos, that’s your name?” asked Sutalo. “I’m Sutalo, nurse here. Doctor Kastarak here and I, we’re gonna try and assess your head injury right now, see how bad it is, stop the bleeding, and then patch you up.” Sutalo turned to Kastarak, waiting for permission to go to Yasmeen Kiran and take a report of what had happened. Kastarak nodded, while tending to the most acute with Ensign ch’Atillos. Kastarak needed to first stop the bleeding, then he needed to assess the trauma on the head. Kastarak’s brain was full of different pathways of what to do depending on what had happened and how bad it was. Was this a topical injury, or could there be a trauma on the brain? Kastarak revised Andorian physiology and neuroanatomy quickly in his head, visualising where the different cortices were located and what their functions would be. Perhaps a neuropsychological assessment would be needed when the most acute in this situation had calmed down.

“Mhm…” Atillos gnarred, pressing his hand firmer against his temple. ‘Head injury’. ‘Bleeding’. ‘Patch up’. Sutalo’s words touched his ears, but he’d little sense of what they meant. Atillos knew only the pain radiating from his temple to his writhing antennae. It sickened him. He seized the biobed and dragged himself into a slouch. “You usually this blurry, Doc?” He asked, slowly dropping his hand. Blood seeped down his temple and stained his skin a deeper shade of blue. Cleaning the area might reveal a meagre, jagged wound marked by the telltale fleshy blue of subcutaneous tissue. It was heavily abraded near its peak and bled profusely. Although his exoskeleton shielded him from brain damage, it failed to protect him from the ails of sustained blood loss and this was especially true for the calcium-deficient Andorian.

Atillos managed a crooked smile and joked, “I hurt myself real good, eh?”

Meanwhile, Sutalo engaged Yasmeen Kiran, to take up a report of what had happened.

“Ensign, I understand this might have been a bit scary to witness. There’s a lot of blood, but your colleague is in good hands. Could you tell me what had happened?”

–– Kastarak (Ensign, physician)

Yasmeen toyed with her sleeve, wrinkles gathering between her eyebrows as Sutalo approached. “Huh?” She hesitated. “Oh. We were, uhm, working on a monitor in Engineering. We have a lot on our plates with the whole ‘teetering-on-the-edge-of-battle’ thing, and we wanted to get this done quick.” She sucked in a breath. “Too quick.”

“He went to dislodge the damaged rely, but it wouldn’t budge. So, he resorted to yanking it.” Kiran shook her head somewhat disapprovingly. “At first, I thought he’d managed to knock himself in the noggin. Then I saw the blood. He stumbled a little, and I realised he still had the relay in his hands. I–I didn’t know such a dull thing could cause so much damage.” She lifted her gaze pleadingly to Sutalo. “Is he going to be okay?”

— Ensigns Atillos and Kiran

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