Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted May 22, 2019, 2:03 p.m. by Gamemaster Nosferatu (GM) (Krystelle McLean)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Nathaniel Harrison (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Gamemaster Nosferatu (GM) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Gamemaster Nosferatu (GM) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Nathaniel Harrison (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Nathaniel Harrison (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Natasha Daye (Doctor) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Nathaniel Harrison (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Natasha Daye (Doctor) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Gamemaster Nosferatu (GM) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Natasha Daye (Doctor) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Nathaniel Harrison (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Gamemaster Nosferatu (GM) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Nathaniel Harrison (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Gamemaster Nosferatu (GM) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Nathaniel Harrison (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Gamemaster Nosferatu (GM) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Nathaniel Harrison (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Gamemaster Nosferatu (GM) in Main Sim: Sickbay
Sickbay’s day had started out normally. The doctors and nurses were seeing to the new crew physicals and normal appointments and walkins. Things were calm and orderly. Until that is, that the Saracen actually edged deeper into the nebula. Suddenly there was an upbeat of walk in traffic. Most of the crew that appeared, entered with a variety of complaints but most typically were of the blunt trauma variety. Excuses were varied as well…and with the number of them very suspect.

One of the incoming was a Security JO who was surly and gave short clipped answers to how he had obtained the black eye and scraped knuckles he was sporting.

GM Nosferatu

Having had a frustrating morning trying to set up a series of cross-pollination samples in the sadistically small lab the Saracen medical suite sported, he was significantly less than impressed as the first wave of shaking sent him flying across the three square inches of office, into a wall, spilling what had been a rather tasty smelling raktajino. He briefly considered whether it was a message from a particularly cruel universe that every attempt to eat or drink on duty seemed to end up with his uniform, and not his stomach, enjoying it. Cursing softly under his breath in significantly more than one language, he picked himself up from the deck, slapping his commbadge

=^= Harrison to all medical personnel. Trauma teams, to your stations. Triage teams to your damage control stations. All shifts to emergency standby. =^=

He slapped his commbadge again to close the channel, as controlled chaos erupted around the medical deck. Nurses and doctors began passing out trauma kits as triage teams made their way to stations across the ship. Terminals and biobeds sprang to life in all three medical and trauma wards. Surgical teams began prepping instruments and activating magnetic restraints to prevent all the equipment flying across the deck as the ship continued to shake violently in waves. Harrison made his way towards the door as the first patients began rolling in. He had rarely been in an emergency situation aboard a Starship, but he had been practicing more than long enough to ensure that he kept a measured and utterly controlled tone as he supported the first crewman, who cradled his arm and called out, loudly “Triage nurses, position one!”. Nurses snapped to and, as best they could under a rolling deck, rushed forward to meet their patients and get them on biobeds for triage procedures. Doctors began probes immediately, as nurses began to move the limited senior staff around in a well-practiced dance, maneuvering doctors to more critical patients like a grandmaster moves chess pieces around the board. He noted with some satisfaction that Doctor Daye’s recommendation seemed quite accurate as he saw Nurse Longstreet bustling from room to room like an old matron, barking orders to doctors and nurses alike, all of whom surprisingly obeyed with alacrity. A nurse beckoned him to bed three and he ran his tricorder probe over the surly security officer.

Harrison (CMO)

“I’m fine! Just patch me up.” The officer snapped to Harrison as his agitation seemed to increase with controlled madness that surrounded them in sickbay. The man seemed to be really juiced up as if he was overloaded on adrenaline. And indeed upon Harrison’s scans that appeared to be the case. It was if the man was in a heightened flight or fight mode.

GM Nosferatu

Frowning in irritation as he once again caught himself on the side of the biobed to prevent falling, he slapped the probe back into his tricorder and pressed the man gently back into the biobed “Calm down, son, lay back before you drop us both”. Half turning to the nurse, he said “10cc’s merfadon.” and turned his attention back to the officer, his voice soothing, despite the chaos ranging around them “Hold up there son, the nurse is getting something for the pain and then we’ll get you patched up with the dermal regenerator and get you on your way back to station, hm? How’s that?”

Harrison (CMO)

“I don’t need pain meds! I need my wits about me. Just fix me up!” The man said waving his arm around to prevent the nurse from giving him the shot. “I just need a band aid for crying out loud!” His voice rose in irritation adding to the cacophony. “You put me on pain meds and the Chief will take me off duty!”

NE Security

As another wave rocked the ship, he was nearly thrown on top of the man, but did take the opportunity to press his full body weight against the man as he jerked his head at the nurse, motioning the hypospray in.

Harrison (CMO)

Having the doctor suddenly pinning him down seemed to set the security guard off. Not a good thing for the doctor, as the nurse moved in to try and find somewhere to stick him, the officer grabbed the docs shoulder with one hand and with his martial arts skills rolled and flipped the doc off himself. In the process Harrison bowled into the nurse and both fell to the floor. The NE pushed himself up, swearing profusely, and began to try and make his way out of sickbay, weaving through the crew and medical personnel.

NE Security

Before even dragging himself up from the floor, he yelled out =^= COMPUTER! SEAL SICKBAY, MEDICAL OVERRIDE! =^= without waiting for a verbal reply, he followed it up immediately with =^= Lieutenant Dalton! Sickbay! Now! =^= Whatever this particular lunatic may be able to do to him and the nurses, he knew he’d be unable to overpower a hologram with theoretically unlimited strength.

Harrison (CMO)

Daye grabbed the inhalant out of the replicator and headed to the door. While Ambrazine was the main choice for calming down a patient exhibiting moderate to severe stress or anxiety it required a hypospray to be used. Natasha was scrappy but in her condition, she was not ready to take a chance that the guy heading to the door wouldn’t try to toss her through the wall. Anesthizine, favorite of security folks across the Federation, would render the man unconscious in seconds while giving her the distance she needed to remain out of his reach. “Hey,” she yelled grabbing his attention and then holding her breath as she depressed the inhalant and gassed the man who had just tossed the CMO like a sack of taters into a group of nurses.

Lt. Natasha Daye Medical

It seemed Daye’s choose was a good one, the NE got the inhalant full in the face and it stopped him cold. He blinked for a moment, waivered then toppled over like a felled tree.

NE Security

Jumping back, Daye avoided the man landing on her. A sickening pop filled the room as he landed face first onto the floor. Obviously, it was the guy’s nose breaking. “Well that is gonna make you even meaner when you come to,” she said putting her hands on her hips. She knew the man on the floor and she knew that his hissy fit was not typical of his nature. “What did you do to him,” she asked the CMO point blank, “and what kind of doctor are you? So far you have done nothing but complain about your new assignment, live in your lab, and peeve off the crew,” she gestured to the man at her feet. “What are you going to do next give us mandatory injections of the rhinovirus to see if you can bring that back for sheets and giggles?” Natasha had no idea why she was feeling so irritated right now. Yes, it was rather irksome to have half the people in sickbay acting like they were all PMSing with their moody behavior and snippy comments but Daye knew it should not be affecting her to this extent. They had had the crew that were semi-violent in sickbay from time to time but not in such extensive numbers. While no one was tossing the medical crew around like rag dolls except for the one guy lying on the floor, the rest all had injuries indicative of impact injuries. Since the ship was not in active combat with inertial dampeners off line the only other was to get this many blunt traumas was due to a bar fight. Her mind tried to think logically about what could be causing the medical issues but anxiety and frustration made it hard to see past wanting to gas everyone in here and to get five minutes of quiet to think straight.

Lt. Natasha Daye medical

Picking himself up from the deck, with what little dignity he could still muster, his eyes flashed rage before he managed to – barely – tamp it down. He had been spoken to with some disrespect at various points during his career, but never with such blatant and unveiled aggression… From a subordinate! His voice was tightly controlled as he took what calm steps he could on the rolling deckplates, stopping a dozen feet from her “You are relieved, Doctor. Report to your quarters, I’ll deal with you once this crisis has passed”

Harrison (CMO)

“You are relieving me because I did the job you couldn’t,” Daye asked in a neutral tone. “Stop a man that up until today has never shown or indicated any mental instability?” Natasha was furious inside. She wanted to throw the hypospray at him. They were in the middle of a red alert with the crew in need and he was worried about rule and regulations on how to speak to an officer. She opened her mouth to speak and then it hit her. She had served under a lot of officers that she either didn’t agree with or wasn’t on buddy terms with but never had she lost control in the middle of an emergency. That was when doctors pulled it together. When rank meant nothing and the only thing that mattered was making sure the patient was healed. So why was she not able to control her anger and frustration now? Looking around sickbay the one thing that seemed common everywhere was an underlying tension like the one she felt towards the CMO.

Holding up a finger towards the CMO she grabbed a medical tricorder off the floor and scanned herself. The display screen showed an expected but not a surprising result.
“Sir, I think something is affection our amygdala,” she turned the display screen towards him. “Why are we fighting? Why are any of us fighting,” she gestured around the room. “Look at my results. My adrenaline and noradrenaline are off the charts. My cortisol levels are low. For some reason, it seems my fight or flight response is in overdrive which would explain why he went after you,” Daye gestured to the man on the floor. “That man has a zero history of aggression and yet he went after you without a moment of hesitation. I bet if I scan him you are going to see the same results: high adrenaline and noradrenaline with low cortisol levels. This is why we are anxious which is leading us to fear and then the motivation to react accordingly.”

“Think about it. At least with me, I feel anxious and edgy and mad. I can’t tell you when it started but I know I am feeling it now,” she cracked her knuckles trying to focus and speak calmly when what she really wanted to do was rant and rave like a lunatic. “Permission to scan him, Sir,” she asked looking at the security guard at her feet. “If I am wrong then relieve me of duty and send me to psyche. If I am right maybe we can find a way to treat the people here with something besides a sedative.”

Lt. Natasha Daye medical

He ground his teeth together, wondering if this was some pathetic ploy on her part to try and remain on duty despite her outrageous remarks. He worked hard for several seconds to tamp down the rage that put adrenaline in his stomach and had his hand shaking slightly. He grabbed the tricorder he’d dropped in his scuffle with the security officer, running the probe over himself without taking his eyes off the Doctor he had an irresistable urge to physically throw through the doors. After a moment, he looked at his own readings, before gesturing two of the nurses to grab the unconscious security officer and put him back on the table. As they complied, he activated the scan terminal that rose up in its circular arc, closing over the officers mid-chest like a vice grip. He took a blood sample with a hypospray and docked the sample vessel with the top of the scanner platform, beginning a full microcellular analysis. He understood what he had seen on his own personal scan but knew that even medical tricorders were limited in their capacity for deep cellular scans. Still not addressing Daye, he waited for the full results.

Harrison (CMO)

The results corroborated Daye’s hypothesis of high adrenaline and noradrenaline with high cortisol levels in both himself and the Sec NE. The high cortisol corresponded with the increased flight or flight reactions among all the crew.

GM Nosferatu

OOC: Just fixing: high cortisol=high flight or fight

It was becoming difficult to concentrate. He brought his fist down on the side of the biobed as a focus for the rage he felt. It was a trick the Bolians had taught him as a boy. He gritted his teeth, focusing all of his energy on the situation at hand. He slapped open the cover on the trauma cart next to the biobed, his movement becoming less shaky as the ship inexplicably calmed a little. He turned back to the unconscious officer under the scanner terminal before him and placed the cortical inhibitor he had pulled out of the cart on the mans forehead. Tapping instructions directly into the unit, he followed up with a command string from the scanner, adjusting the field generated by the inhibitor to artificially reduce cortisol production. That should be sufficient to inhibit the reactions occurring in their brains. He ran a second scan on the patient to monitor its effects

Harrison (CMO)

There was a marked decrease in the cortisol levels. Having to use the inhibitor on each and every crew member would not be very efficient though.

GM Nosferatu


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