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Main Sim: Sickbay.

Posted May 6, 2019, 9:06 p.m. by Gamemaster Christopher Bennett (GMT) (Christopher Bennett)

Posted by Lieutenant Zeke Drake (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Sickbay.

Posted by Gamemaster Christopher Bennett (GMT) in Main Sim: Sickbay.

Posted by Lieutenant Zeke Drake (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Deck 9 Crew Quarters (Tag Medical)
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OCC: This takes place after the briefing by the Captain.

IC: NC Taylor came into his room after his night shift very tired. He spent the last few hours cleaning out the jefferies tubes on deck 4 because of a failed practical joke he tried to play on his section leader.
“Some people can’t take a joke.”He mumbled as he entered his quarters. His roommate was usually up by now. NC Smith worked in the science department and had the early shift biochemistry lab as a lab tech.

“Morning Steve.” Taylor called out as he entered their quarters. After a moment, Taylor realized something was wrong, Steve usually answered him when he came home, but this time there was no response. Feeling a slight concern, he checked the bathroom to see if maybe he was in there. When he wasn’t he walked to the his bedroom and knocked on the door.

“Steve, you ok?” He asked, but got no response. He opened the door and looked in. He saw a mass , slightly moving on the bed. “Steve, hey Steve man, You got your shift in 10 mins.” He said. He got no response.
“Steve,” Taylor said as he walked over to the bed. =^=Computer, lights on low.=^=

Laying on the bed, shivering uncontrollably was Steve. He had sweat beeding down his face, but was acting like he was freezing.
“Steve man, you ok.” Taylor called in alarm. Steve’s teeth were chattering. When he saw Steve, he knew he had to call sickbay.

=^=Crewman Taylor to Sickbay=^=

-GMT

bump

Zeke was in his office reviewing notes on the latest medical proceedure when the call came in.

=^= This is Dr. Drake. Go ahead. =^=

CMO

=^=Sir, my roommate Crewmen Steve Smith looks like he is very sick, he is shivering and his teeth are chattering. He is also sweating profusely. What should I do?” Taylor asked, looking down at his roommate with concern.

-GMT

Zeke thought for a couple of seconds. Then he replied,

=^=Stay put, Mr. Taylor. I’m on my way. =^=

Then he grabbed his medical bag and headed to the crewman’s quarters at a brisk walk.

CMO

Crewman Taylor was standing outside his quarters when the CMO arrived. “Thank you for coming sir, Steve isn’t doing well, he is mumbling incoherently.” He explained as he turning back to go into his quarters.

-GMT

“No problem,” Zeke replied. He walked over to where Crewman Smith was. Then he whipped out his ever handy medical tricorder and started to scan the patient. Although at first impression it seemed to be a nasty cold virus.

CMO

Initial scans showed that it wasn’t the cold, more like the flu, but the medical tricorder couldn’t get a more precise reading. It was having a hard time reading the virus. Crewmen Smith was having a bad reaction to this virus, his immune system was in overdrive, more so then with a normal virus.

-GMT

Bump

Zeke had a concerned look on his face as he read the readings from his medical recorder. “Okay, Crewman Taylor,” he finally announced. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to order the computer to beam all three of us to the Sickbay on deck four. Smith here will get beamed directly into a biobed.”

“Then, I’m going to put a quaranteen level containment field around this room. And Sickbay. Then, we go from there.”

He then gave the directions to the computer.

CMO

The transport was successful, Crewman Smith was in the biobed with Zeke and Taylor just out side the containment area.

-GMT

“Stupid computer!” Zeke snapped as he got out of the biobed. “Computer. Lower the containment field in the Sickbay.” Which he waited for the computer to comply.”

The computer lowered the containment field as requested.

“Okay, Taylor,” he said. “Get in here. Take a seat on this other biobed.”

“Yes sir.” Taylor said and took the seat.

“Now, Computer,” he ordered. “Put that containment field back up. All three of us need to be held here. Under quarantine conditions.”
CMO

OCC: My bad, misread it.

IC: The quarantine field was raised. As it was raised, Smith started to asphyxiate, gasping for air, while beads of sweat started to pour down his face.

-GMT


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