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Side Sim: Sickbay

Posted May 3, 2019, 4:18 a.m. by Gamemaster Maniacal Mother Hen (GamesMaster) (Emily S.)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Gong’Da (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Sickbay

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When he arrived he saw Cross there glaring at the woman and saw Harry there performing his duties. Harry is a great doctor and will make a fine CMO someday. He smiled at that and quickly lost his smile when he saw how much blood was on the woman and on the deck. He pressed his com badge. =/\= Sickbay. We will need six quarts of Ensign Du’Ralle blood. He has lost a lot. Prepare for immediate transport.=/\=

=/\= Acknowedged Lt, standing by on your mark. =/\= came the swift reply.

He didn’t need to kneel down beside Harry since Harry was only a few inches shorter then Gong’da when Harry was on his knees. “Doctor. What do you need me to do?” Gong’da asked since Harry was running the scans and got her before him.

Gong’da CMO

As they were preparing for transport, Du Ralle’s blood pressure suddenly dropped to a dangerously low level, if they didn’t act quickly he would go into full cardiac arrest.

Mother Hen (GM)

Gong’da saw the tricorders response and rapid drop in blood pressure. He quickly pressed his badge. =/\= Gong’da to transporter team. Beam everyone at my location to sickbay immediately!=/\=

Once in sickbay Gong’da looked at the prepared medical team. “His blood pressure quickly dropped! Get him on the table immediately and start work on him while Harrison and I get prepped. ” He didn’t wait for an answer and left to get scrubbed up.

Gong’da CMO

As the medical team began to prep, an alarm went off on the biobed signalling that their patient was having trouble breathing. His blood pressure was still low and he was on the verge of organ failure.

Hearing the alarms going off Gong’da turned and went to put on gloves and ran to the side of the biobed. “Get the difibulator ready! You! Go get the Quick Clot and pour it in the wound. We need to stop the bleeding. ” Once that was done hopefully, Gong’Da picked up the angled clampy pliers thingy and suture thread and needle.

“Suction this area so I can see to sew the artery. ” He pointed to another. “Clamp up here about three inches from the cut artery to stop the blood.”

Gong’Da managed to stem the bleed and repair the artery. Du’Ralle was not out of the woods yet though, he had lost a large volume of blood and his system was struggling to get oxygen to his vital organs.

“NE Vasquez. Did you find out this kids blood type yet? I asked for you all to have it when we arrived? He needs more blood. I wanted it done five minutes ago!”

Vasquez quickly scuttled up with the units requested. “Apologies sir, someone put their lunch in the fridge with the blood units so we had to decontaminate them as they smelt like pilchards…”

“NE Fillmore. Grab the oxygen and start manually pumping. Switch hands every three minutes.

Fillmore did as ordered without delay and Du’Ralle’s vitals slowly began to come up.

Following on from his disaster on the bridge, poor old Ensign Bob decided that he should get his scalded legs seen to at this precise moment and wandered in to the chaos. Still in pain and a little oblivious to the situation, he wandered over and peered at the young Klingon. “Hey doc? He doesn’t look so good…” he helpfully commented. Seeing that everyone was busy trying to help this young chap, Bob thought this might be a perfect time to try and redeem himself so he gingerley made his way round to the other side of the biobed. Unfortunately due to Bob’s extreme ineptness and general clumsiness, he failed to notice the large pool of blood on the deck. In one supremely inelegant move, Ensign Bob slipped, went flying and knocked himself out against the corner of the biobed.

Mother Hen (GM)

Gong’da looked at the noise and commotion. “Son of a Bit....” He said out loud and caught himself. NE Martin and Fernandez! Get over there and handle that! I can’t right now since I’m elbow deep in this kid’s guts. And someone get me a stool to stand on or lower the damn bed?’ I’m 4 foot 5 inches!”

OOC: Sorry for not having a detailed post or time to look up the proper medical procedure or equipment names. I’m tired.

Gong’da CMO

Martin and Fernandez quickly jumped to attention and dashed over to Ensign Bob, bundling him on to a stretcher. They deposited him on the nearest biobed as Martin peered at his vital signs. Ensign Bob had managed to get himself an impressive concussion as a large egg shaped lump started developing on his forehead. He groaned as he tried to sit up. “Who hit me?” he asked, somewhat slurred and disorientated. “…I’m pressing charges…” he muttered. Seeing Martin leaning over him he smiled and kissed him on the forehead then gingerly shook his head. “… not tonight honey, I have a headache…” he mumbled as he slid off the biobed and started wandering around sickbay. “Mildred?! Did you put the cat out??” he hollered as he walked into a tray of instruments.

Gong’da couldn’t believe it! He just couldn’t believe hearing and then seeing what Bob was doing. “Strap him in the bed and restrain him! Then tend to him. There is more than one doctor around here!”

Martin quickly grabbed Ensign Bob and steered him back towards the biobed, he was so going to be in the dog house after this one. With the help of Nurse Betty they guided him back onto the bed and initiated a forcefield restraint to stop him from wandering off again. Bob looked up at Betty and smiled. “Ah, there you are…I’d like a turkey and ham on rye with a side of coleslaw…wait, what are the specials again?” he asked, not the slightest bit bothered that he was now restrained. Betty giggled and looked at Martin, “perhaps a sedative doctor?” she asked, reaching for a hypospray. Martin took the hypospray and administered a shot of sedative to knock the hapless Ensign out and once again relative calm was restored in sickbay. Martin quickly treated the young man for his concussion and decided to let him sleep it off.

Fernandez dutifully ran and got a mini step ladder out of the storage cupboard and placed in next to Du’Ralle’s bed.

Mother Hen (GM)

“Thank you Fernandez! I won’t sell you into slavery the next time an Orion ship passes us.” He said getting onto the ladder do he can finish his work.

Gong’da CMO

Fernandez nodded his head and smiled. “Thank you sir, much appreciated, do you need any assistance?” with Martin in Gong’da’s bad books he sensed an opportunity to improve his promotion prospects.

Mother Hen (GM)


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