GS-2: Various ("Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock")

From: V. Rahul Chandra (vrccan_at_gmail.com)
Date: Sun Jul 01 2007 - 03:59:32 PDT


 

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"Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock"

Con't from Steve's "Alone"

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Location: GS-2

Stardate: 2422 [2.7] 0701.0521

Scene: Delivery Room

 

"Try again."

 

Roke glanced over at Gorman briefly, before nodding and attempting the close
again.  He held the auto-suture over Kat's limp and unmoving body,
attempting to insert it into the cut he'd made while slowly looking at the
monitors on the screens for an indication as to whether or not he was having
any success.  A few warning klaxons and minutes later, he shook his head,
removing the instrument from the fray.

 

"It's no good, she's losing more blood than we can get into her," he said,
looking over at Jeff with a harried look on his face.

 

Jeff nodded his head.  "How far as the DIC reached?" he asked.

 

"It's affecting the whole body sir," one of the circulating nurses replied.
"The blood coagulates, she loses her platelets and clotting doesn't occur."

 

Jeff nodded again, his mind racing around the alternatives that were
available to them at the current moment.  "What are her vitals like?" he
asked.

 

"At the moment, they are very erratic," Roke replied.  "The sooner we can
get her stabilized, the better at this point."

 

Jeff sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the wrist of his gloved
hand.  "Okay," he said.  "The only way we're going to solve this is by
putting her completely on machine life support, fixing everything manually
and then reviving her after that."

 

Roke frowned.  "That's not a very high percentage play," he remarked.

 

"Compared to our other options?" Jeff retorted, keeping his emotions in
check.  It didn't escape the back of his mind that a couple of years ago he
wouldn't have had the mental maturity to keep his composure when his wife
was close to dying, but the thought was gone as quickly as it appeared and
he looked at Roke expectantly.

 

"I guess not," Roke admitted grudgingly.

 

"Well then, it's seems our only choice is." Jeff's attention was distracted
by someone tapping on his arm.

 

"Excuse me sir," Angie said.  "But there's a Mr. Beran here to see you.he
says it's urgent."

 

"Angie, we're sort of in the middle of something here," Jeff replied, an
annoyed look on his face.  

 

"I know sir, but it did seem like it was important," Angie said, unsure of
her decision to disturb the scene.

 

Jeff sighed.  "Fine," he grumbled, looking over at Roke.  "Transfer all of
her functions to the biobed," he ordered.  "I'll be back in a few minutes."

 

 

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Scene: Waiting Room

 

Jeff walked out into the waiting room quickly, his eyes sweeping around the
room and narrowing as he noticed the man getting up.  It hadn't registered
to him until just now exactly who Beran was.

 

"Doctor Gorman.so good to see you again," Beran said, smiling.  "How are
you?"

 

"I'm in the middle of an operation, make it quick," Jeff said, glaring
daggers across at the other man.  A lot of Kat's dislike for the Dominion
had brushed off onto Jeff; perhaps more so than normal due to the mental
link the two shared.

 

"I know, how are mother and baby?" Beran asked.

 

"What do you want?" Jeff asked, ignoring Beran's question.

 

"Well.I want to offer you my help," Beran answered.

 

"And how is that exactly?" Jeff asked.  Beran, smiling, began to illustrate
what he was talking about.

 

"No, absolutely not" Jeff answered, shaking his head.

 

"I could help her," Beran said.  "Manipulate the Founder DNA in her to help
stabilize her condition.'

 

"And you could also control her," Jeff commented.

 

"Why would I want to do such a thing?" Beran asked.

 

"Well, the only Starfleet Executive Officer on this side of the wormhole
would undoubtedly be a catch, wouldn't they?" Jeff suggested.

 

Just for a fraction of a moment, there was a twitch in Beran's facial
expression that suggested to Jeff that the comment might have hit home.

 

Instead of replying to Jeff's question, Beran increased the size of his
smile.  "So there is nothing I can do to convince you to accept my help?" he
asked.

 

"Nothing," Jeff said.

 

"Very well," Beran said.  "I will wait here in case you change your mind."

 

"I appreciate that," Jeff answered sarcastically, before turning on his heel
and heading back towards the delivery room.

 

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Scene: Delivery Room

 

"I've transferred all of her vitals to the biobed," Roke reported, noticing
that Jeff had re-scrubbed and entered the room again.  "Her physiology is
currently not responsible for any of her vital functions."

 

"Okay," Jeff said.  He closed his eyes for a moment, muttering a silent
prayer that this would work.  "Here's what we are going to do.  Fixing a
disseminated intravascular coagulation is difficult to do under the best of
circumstances and these are clearly not the best of circumstances."

 

He took a breath to calm himself down, before continuing.  "The problem that
led to the DIC initially was the placental abruption; which we've now taken
care of.  The problem is that the blood supply that was flowing through her
has to a large degree been degraded of its clotting mechanisms and because
her vitals were being physiologically carried out, the new blood we were
giving her was becoming coagulated as well."

 

"So what we are going to do," he said.  "Is transfuse new blood with the
appropriate levels of platelets to the different areas of her body one by
one.  As we do this, we will slowly return vital functions to her body from
the biobed.  If everything goes well, we should have her condition
stabilized in a few hours."

 

"That's a big if," Roke muttered under his breath as they began to start the
process.

 

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Scene: Waiting Room

 

Beran was pacing back and forth in the waiting room, when he noticed the
curtain being pulled apart and a man entering with four kids in tow.  The
man's name was Geoffrey and he walked up to the receptionist, asking if
Doctor Gorman was available.

 

"I'm afraid he's still in surgery," the receptionist said.  "You can have a
seat and wait for him if you want," she added, pointing for emphasis.

 

"Thank you," Geoffrey said, before taking her advice and herding the
children over to the chairs that had been provided expressly for that
purpose.

 

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Time Index: 2 hours later

Scene: Delivery Room

 

"Okay," Roke said, tiredly mopping sweat from his head with a cloth as he
straightened up and felt his back pop from the sudden change in position.
"I think the biobed supports are getting to the level where they can't even
fight the coagulation quickly enough."

 

"Well, I think we're ready to begin the full phase of the operation," Jeff
said, taking the transfusion apparatus and wheeling it back over to the bed.
"This is going to take some slick timing Dr. Roke.  You extract and I'll
transfuse.  The going's gonna be slow, but we also need to cover the whole
body to ensure that this works."

 

"Yes sir," Roke answered, before going to it.

 

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Time Index: 5 hours later

Scene: Waiting Room

 

The children were all asleep, having been curled up in their own individual
chairs.  Geoffrey himself found it difficult to stay awake, but worry for
his adopted daughter had kept him awake for a very long time now.  While Ely
and the twins were each asleep in a chair, Dahlia was snoozing comfortably
in his arms.  Geoffrey had been almost unconsciously rocking her back and
forth to keep her sleeping and even as he noticed he was doing it now, he
continued to do so.

 

"Would you like someone to take the children back to your quarters while you
wait?" the receptionist asked him.

 

Geoff shook his head and smiled slightly.  "They would just want to come
back here," he said.  "Dahlia's too young to be left unsupervised, and the
other three miss their parents."

 

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Time Index: Hours later

Scene: Delivery Room

 

"Okay," Roke said.  "I think we've done everything we can."

 

Jeff nodded.  "Yes," he said.  "It's time to take her off machine support
and try closing again."

 

"What if she doesn't respond again?" Roke asked.

 

"We'll deal with that if we come to it," Jeff answered tersely.

 

"Aye sir," Roke said.  Bit by agonizingly slow bit, they pulled Kat off of
the biobed support and as they did so her vital functions began being taken
over again by her body.  Grabbing the auto-suture again, Roke slowly started
to close and found that this time there wasn't as much resistance to it this
time.

 

"I think I can close all the way," Roke reported.

 

"Good," Jeff said.  "We're probably going to need to give her a few more
transfusions later on, but I don't think her body can take much more at the
moment.  We need to give her time to recuperate."

 

"Her condition's stabilized, but it's still critical," the nurse reported.

 

Jeff nodded; he'd expected as much.  "We're not out of the woods yet," he
said.  "But the end is in sight."

 

He sighed, glancing a look at the wall chronometer and doing a double take.
By his own estimate, Kat had been unconscious and being operated on for the
last fifteen hours.

 

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Time Index: 15 minutes later

Scene: Intensive Care -> Waiting Room

 

"How's he doing?" Jeff asked, getting a good look at the baby (albeit from
the other side of the glass) for the first time since everything hit the
fan.

 

"Not well," Angie informed him quietly.  "But he's a trooper.  He's fighting
for his life right now."

 

Jeff smiled slightly.  "Of course he is," he said.  "He's his mother's son."

 

"Did you two settle on a name for him?" Angie asked.

 

"Yeah we did," Jeff nodded.  "John; after Kat's biological father."

 

"John Gorman," Angie said.  "It has a nice flow to it."

 

Jeff smiled.  "I'll be stopping in frequently in between monitoring Kat," he
said.  "But right now, there's something else I need to do."

 

He turned and walked out into the waiting room and he looked down at the
sleeping forms of his three children, Dahlia and Kat's adoptive father and
shook his head.  Geoff must have been a light sleeper, because upon hearing
his son-in-law approach he opened his eyes and looked up at him expectantly.

 

"How's she doing?" Geoff asked, his voice a whisper so as not to wake the
children.

 

"She's in critical condition, but at least she's stable," Jeff answered.
"The same goes for the baby.  They both have a long way to go to recovery."

 

"Do you want me to stay here?" Geoff asked.

 

Jeff shook his head.  "If you could take the kids back to our quarters, that
would be great," he said.  "I want to be here when Kat wakes up."

 

"Of course," working together, the two of them managed to gently wake Ely
and the twins and after Jeff had a moment alone with the three children, he
stood and watch them depart with Geoff once again carrying a sleeping Dahlia
in his arms.

 

Just as the doors closed behind them, Roke emerged from the room.  He
spotted Jeff's standing figure and walked over to him.  "Her condition's
been stable long enough that we can be reasonably sure she'll hold," he
said.

 

Jeff nodded.  "Finally, some good news," he said.  "I'll stay with her and
monitor her," he added to Roke.  "I need you to do something else right
now."

 

"And what's that sir?" Roke asked.

 

"I need you to get in touch with all of the private medical facilities on
the station and get a list of their inventories," he said.  "If GS-2 is
truly stranded, then Starfleet and the private practices are going to have
to work together."

 

"I can try scheduling a meeting with all of them," Roke added.

 

"That would be a good idea," Jeff agreed.  "If Kat's still unconscious by
the time the meeting rolls around, you're going to have to go in my stead
though."

 

"I understand sir," Roke replied.

 

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Scene: Delivery Room

 

Jeff walked back into the delivery room; the biobed had been rigged to give
off a loud piercing klaxon if something went wrong in Kat's vitals, so the
room had been vacated.  The nurses had been sent home for the most part and
the others were tending to the baby.

 

Kat was breathing of her own volition; her chest rising and falling with
each breath she took in.  Her eyes were closed and she was unconscious, but
the positive from Jeff's perspective was that she looked closer to being
asleep than being unconscious.

 

He sighed, taking one of her limp hands into his and squeezing it gently.
Still holding the hand, he leaned over and gently kissed her forehead,
drawing a chair up next to the bed and sitting down.

 

His trained eye quickly traced across all of the readings and noticing that
nothing much was different since the last time he had looked, he gave his
wife's hand another squeeze before letting go and grabbing a PADD.  He
pulled up the inventory list from the sickbay and began to go through it,
making notations as he monitored his wife's vital signs and waited for her
to regain consciousness.

 

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NRPG: Woooooo, this one got extremely rambly by the middle, but oh well
that's what I get for writing this at the end of an all nighter.

 

In any case, the long story made short here is that both the baby and Kat
are critical but stable.

 

Shawn -> Welcome!

 

Joy -> That's what you wanted right?  Re-tag back at ya!

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Rahul Chandra <vrccan_at_gmail.com>

Lieutenant Commander Jeffrey Gorman, MD

Chief Medical Officer

GS-2

 




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