From: Ranjani Sabarinathan (rantrek_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Tue Dec 11 2007 - 01:11:53 PST
“Medical Help”
(contd from Taylor’s ‘97’)
Location: GS-2
SD: 2.71210.2306
Scene: Medical area
Kate and her team had arrived a few minutes after Daisy’s request and they were met with a scene of chaos. She had nearly bumped into one of the medics from the PATRIOT who was running from one biobed to another. The place was already crowded and more wounded were still pouring in from other parts of the gigantic station. The Scot sighed in dismay, knowing the casualties were heavy and felt they were all only in the calm before the next storm commenced.
“Kate,” the blonde CMO from the PATRIOT greeted, finishing off treating the Nausican patient. “Thank goodness, you’re here.”
MacNeil instructed her team to begin their work before returning her former ExO’s greeting. “We’re in for a rough ride.”
“Oh yes we’re,” Daisy agreed, as she left the sleeping Nausican.
Kate commented, as she put her medkit on a table. “Fancy seeing you here, Daisy.” She stopped by her first patient, a Ferengi male clutching his earlobe and crying out in pain.
Davidson remarked, with a weak grin. “It’s a small universe.” The CMO began treating her next patient, a Bajoran teenage girl.
The Nuimon hybrid injected a hypospray into the Ferengi’s shoulder in order to calm him down. Kate picked up a medical tricorder from the kit and began examining her patient. “What happened?”
“I was in the vicinity of an explosion,” he croaked, wincing a bit, despite the hypospray injection. “And I can only hear with one ear.”
Kate diagnosed. “Trauma to the eardrum in your left ear.” She placed the tricorder back in the medkit and added, confidently. “But it can be fixed and you should be able to hear again soon. In a few minutes, you will transfer to the MERCY for your treatment.” She then moved onto the next patient, a Vulcan woman, whose injuries were very minor.
The triage system was set up in a way that those in critical condition were transported immediately to the MERCY. The ones, whose injuries weren’t critical but still required extensive treatments that could not be done immediately at the site, were also sent to the hospital ship.
Spotting Jeff Gorman currently being treated by a nurse, MacNeil inquired out of concern. “What happened to Dr. Gorman?”
“He got knocked off, while treating that Nausican,” Daisy answered, as the two women surveyed the area for more patients to examine. “He should be fine and up on his feet soon,” the blonde assured.
Kate questioned, trying to avoid clashing into an angry Klingon, forcibly escorted by two marines for causing a scene. “So Daisy, how did you wind up here?”
“I was planning on spending Christmas with Erek and the kids,” the PATRIOT CMO answered, feeling fatigued. “And then all of a sudden I was reassigned to the PATRIOT for this mission.” A minute later, the tall blonde woman quizzed. “What have you been up to? Been working at the MERCY since leaving E4?”
The tall Scot sighed, watching security teams bring in more wounded. “For the past few months, I’ve been working at Starfleet Medical. My assignment as CMO on the MERCY just happened prior to coming here.” She waited a moment. “Like you.”
Daisy remarked as they were headed towards the new arrivals. “You must have had a much easier life there on EARTH.”
“Doctors never have relaxing jobs,” the Scot stated, dryly. “But compared to this war zone, working at Starfleet Medical is like a walk in the park.”
The PATRIOT doctor queried with faint amusement. “Still wish you were back on EARTH?”
“Oh I’m not sure,” the Human/Nuimon shrugged.
Davidson ordered, her eyes glued to a security team carrying two civilians suffering from severe wounds. “Place them over there.” She pointed to two empty biobeds. Both women each took a patient to examine. The blonde’s patient was a Trill man, while Kate was left to take care of a Benzite woman.
The half-Nuimon immediately deduced her patient was suffering from respiratory problems. “There is a tear in her breathing apparatus likely due to contact with a sharp object and that is allowing oxygen to leak into her system,” the doctor announced, immediately. “This is very lethal for a Benzite. She needs urgent treatment otherwise she’ll not make it.” Tapping her comm. badge, the auburn haired woman arranged to have her patient sent to the MERCY. Kate quickly turned to the other biobed to see if Daisy needed any assistance with her patient.
Daisy concluded, a look of urgency in her eyes. “My patient’s condition is critical. He has sustained third, fourth and fifth degree burns. I gave him a hypospray to relieve some of the pain.”
Kathryn nearly winced at the sight of her former crewmate’s patient. Half of the Trill’s face was charred and the rest of the injuries were too horrific a sight to describe in words. “Is he joined?” The doctor inquired, worry etched in her voice.
Daisy shook her head. “Thankfully, no but he’ll be undergoing an extremely long surgery.” She tapped her comm. badge and bellowed. “Davidson to MERCY, I got a patient, whose injuries are critical and need to be transported there now!” A moment later, the Trill got engulfed by the transporter beam and the blonde sighed. “Hope he makes it.”
“I hope so too,” Kate concurred, but both women knew the survival chances for the patient with very severe burn wounds were not high.
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Ranjani Sabarinathan
Speaking for...
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Lieutenant Commander Kathryn MacNeil, MD
GS-2 Guest
Temporary Chief Medical Officer
USS MERCY
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