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Attack at City Center - Sacred Heart Arrival (Tag Medical)

Posted Aug. 3, 2022, 1:39 a.m. by General Calvin Harris (Command General- Colonial Customs and Defence Authority) (Jerome Davis)

Posted by Lieutenant Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Attack at City Center - Sacred Heart Arrival (Tag Medical)

Posted by General Calvin Harris (Command General- Colonial Customs and Defence Authority) in Attack at City Center - Sacred Heart Arrival (Tag Medical)
The normally quiet afternoon at Sacred Heart erupted into chaos as word spread like wildfire through the building of a shuttle crash and massive explosions in City Center. Within minutes, an automated voice confirmed the rumor as a Code Green echoed through the building… the indication a Mass Casualty event had been reported and the Situation Status lights snapped to a bright green as personnel scrambled to ready the ER and Operation facilities.

Thankfully, through sheer dumb luck, the reported Mass Casualty event ended up with only two being emergency transported to the hospital… but the two victims in question created one hell of a stir! The Commander of OED’s Planetary Defense organization… the Colonial Customs & Defence Authority… General Calvin Harris, and the President of Holloway Heavy Industries, Lucas Holloway… had both been gravely injured when their shuttle had been, apparently, shot out of the sky in broad daylight. The craft had slammed into a storefront that had been unoccupied due to the tenant being on vacation. Within minutes of their arrival, the ER was stormed by CCDA troopers armed to the teeth and the building was completely surrounded by armored vehicles. While the CCDA folks made sure to stay out of the way and let the medical team work on two of OED’s most important citizens, those working to stabilize the far luckier General Harris… and those fighting to save the life of the man that had been the genius behind the incredible shield system that now provided a vast majority of OED with a breathable atmosphere for the first time in decades, went to work immediately.

The alarms and notifications came blaring through Sharah’s office. There was no current civilian head of medical services so that job fell to her as well. She didn’t mind, the extra work kept her busy and being busy helped manage the noise. Sharah was in the ER preparing for a massive influx when the ER was flooded with CCDA troopers. It didn’t take Sharah long to pick up the reason from the surface thoughts floating about, it was the panic and hysteria of the citizenry that was hard to cope with. Spotting someone who looked like the OIC of the parade the diminutive doctor hurried over, “You put whoever you need where ever you need to, but no one in the actual OR unless they have a medical degree. Nurse Temple will help you coordinate.” She pointed to a rather tall, older and rounding woman with intelligent eyes that was supervising the ER staff. Then Dr Fayth was gone to meet the first stretcher as it came in.

While Harris was pretty banged up, with both legs and his left arm broken… the arm was compound in two places and there was a lot of blood. He also had a concussion and appeared to be going into shock. Holloway, on the other hand, had struck his head hard in the crash. Both arms had multiple fractures and his right shoulder was dislocated. A flash burn appeared to cover about 15% of his left side, but most concerning was the gapping hole in the man’s right leg… and the fact the he was beginning to fall into Hypovolemic shock.

Holloway/Harris

The first was Harris and Sharah kind of sped walked with the team as they told her what she was already feeling. Her own bones seemed to ache and there was a moment of light headedness that told her faster than the medics could he was going into shock. “Temple! Medical file for General Calvin Harris. ER 2. Page Dr Eraras. Prep OR 3 incase he needs it.” Eraras was a Bolian and their best Orthopedic surgeon. “Get the bleeding stopped and pull a bag of whole blood for him.” Eraras appeared on the other side of Harris, “X-rays and set up the tissue migrator. 7 ccs of Improvoline to keep him resting with 75ccs of Terakine for the pain. Get is metabolic rate and give him Lectrazine for the shock.” Eraras and the nurses disappeared with Harris.

“Alright moving to the biobed in 3…2…1” and they lifted and slid Harris onto the biobed, and the nurse turned the biobed on. Grabbing surgical shears, Eraras started cutting away Harris’ clothing to get a better look at the breaks and determine if the blood was his or someone else’s. “Where’s the x-rays?” Eraras held out his hand, “Exo-scalpel. I need to get a better view of what’s going on with these breaks and we’ll need more room to set them right. Prep the Trilaser Connector to repair any nerve damage and the Vascular Regenerator. If this is his blood then we’ve got a nicked artery somewhere. Where’s his medical records?”

Harris’ medical records from LCARS were thorough and… colorful. Multiple healed injuries from litany of ‘adventures’ and notations of the former SFMC Colonel surviving intense & brutal interrogations while being held hostage by “Rouge Elements Unknown” under Classified Conditions. He had had multiple teeth knocked out and was beaten half to death, having been subjected to phaser burns… electrical shock… and attempted suffocation. He had been cleared to return to full, unrestricted duty five months after the event and had no noted lasting injuries but he was required by SF Medical to see a Counselor every month until his date of Separation from Service upon his acceptance of command of the CCDA last year. His new agency had insisted he continued treatment and he had without complaint.

Temple bustled in holding a plasma infusion unit and a couple bags of whole blood. “On your screen now Dr Eraras. He’s O+, I’ve got whole blood here for him. His medical records are about a mile long Dr.”

“Of course he does, he’s a decorated Marine. He’s got a lot more years in him, so let’s get to work.” Temple started prepping the infusion unit and another nurse pulled up the imaging scans and x-rays to the large display screen in the room.

Harris was fairly banged up. It was very obvious the former Marine had ping-ponged around inside the cabin of the from the time of the explosion to the time the shuttle slammed into the ground. His left arm was smashed with shards of bone throughout, looking as though that was the side he landed on during the actual crash. Broke in three places, two upper arm… closed breaks… and a compound fracture lower arm two and a half inches below the elbow, punctures to the inside of the arm. There was a secondary vein nicked but thanks to the hole in his forearm, the nick is visible and minor, a quick fix. Lower break was rather clean and would be involved more in healing the torn flesh than the bone once it was set. The two upper breaks were a different story. Both breaks were almost exactly 4 inches apart and outer bruising looked as though he had slammed into a support beam in the shuttle. It would require heavy regen to fix the shattered bones. He also had a nasty bruise on the left side of his head, likely received at the same time as his broken arm. Harris had gone into shock moments after being placed on the biobed and had shallow breathing. His broken legs were standard closed breaks, left femur 6 inches below hip and right shin… about halfway between knee & ankle. The blood on the General appeared to be mostly from his open wound on his arm. He was also free of shrapnel from the crash.

The medication took a little time but Harris’ condition stabilized, his breathing slowly returned to normal and General would be resting well within the hour.

Gen. Calvin Harris, CCDA


A wave of sickness hit Sharah and she turned hurrying toward the next stretcher. “Lucas Holloway, male, age 48. Neck has been immobilized due to head injury, both arms are broken in multiple areas and a dislocated right shoulder. He’s been burned and,” rather than explaining the medic lifted the sheet over his leg for Sharah to see, “And he’s going into hypovolemic shock.”

“OR 1, now! Temple send the medical records for Lucas Holloway.” Being telepathic had it’s advantages. The head OR nurse was also Betazoid. ‘Ilena, Lucas Holloway is coming into the OR. Get his blood type and start a plasma infusion unit, I want Microtones on the leg and the breaks. Connect him the cardiac support unit just in case. Then I want complete scans of the head injury.

We’ll be ready when you get here.‘ Ilena was matter of fact and very little phased the young nurse.

The medic team entered the OR prep area and Ilena had already pulled plasma and whole blood for Holloway’s B+ blood type and with practiced ease she had the unit hooked up to the man and infusion rate started. Another nurse grabbed the shears and began to cut away the clothing from around the burn and begin removing the fibers. A medic took the microtone images Dr Fayth had ordered and sent them to the display inside the surgical suite. The surgical team came out and took over and took him inside and moved him to the bio bed and secured and turned on the surgical support frame. The anesthesiologist, Dr Pan, took a reading of Holloway’s metabolism rate and administered 150 mls of Kayolane to keep him sedated and 2.5 mls of Terakine for the pain. That would hold the man for awhile and it had the least likely chance of disrupting his cardiovascular system or other systems.

Sharah appeared immediately after, red scrub suit on, and approached the bed, Ilena trailing in her wake. The room was full of apprehension and tension and nerves. Not bad things, but it was on a level that could be distracting for them all if not checked. Sharah took a deep breath and as she let it out a sense of calm spread from her carried on her empathic gift. Some would be reminded of fresh baked bread or cookies, the warmth of a campfire, or the sound of a parent’s voice. Others might remember sailing on a fresh water sea, others might not experience anything at all.

“Ilena, Vascular Regenerator. I need suction and sponges here on his leg. Grat set his shoulder, we can’t set the bones if his shoulder is still dislocated. Shrine, finish working on those burns and apply the Dermaline Gel then set up the tissue migrator. Let me check the settings before you start it. Pan let me know if his vitals start to change in either direction.” Then she was bent over the gapping hole in his leg. She had to stop the bleeding first then she could focus on the tissue and nerve damage.

Dr Fayth, SFCMO


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