JP: Lieutenat Kyle Morgan & Bajoran Medical Personnel - Give Me What I’m Losing; Give Me Time - Part 1
Addison MacKenzie
(( ER Landing Pad, Rakantha Central Hospital, Bajor ))
At first, it was a tiny dot in the blue, cloudless sky. As Kerynitis grew larger, the hospital staff on the landing pad prepared to receive patients. The information from the Militia was sparse, but it had to be enough. Multiple casualties, at least one critical polytrauma.
Kerynitis cut a turn on the way down and headed straight for the landing pad. Nobody on it hesitated; they all ran to meet a shuttle before he touched down, ready for anything. For those inside, it was a struggle for time. For the emergency department of Rakantha Central Hospital, it was “just another Tuesday.”
(( Emergency Room, Rakantha Central Hospital, Bajor ))
Kyle Morgan was the physician on duty aboard the Artemis when they’d been notified that there had been an accident, with several of his crewmembers being severely injured and en route to a Bajoran hospital. When this was all over, he intended to ask each of them why their first instinct wasn’t to ask for an emergency beam-out so they could be treated on the ship. Instead, they were headed to a likely inferior facility.
Genkos would have his ass if he didn’t go and help.
And so, Kyle Morgan found himself standing near the transporter pad in Rakantha Central Hospital, waiting for whoever the injured crewman was to be beamed aboard.
PA: Incoming transport, incoming transport. Landing pad. Incoming transport…
The transporter pad, in all its loneliness, awoke to full illumination. The nurse at the transport station started a transport sequence, materializing a trio of figures around the hover biobed. Once the transport was complete, the trio - militia paramedic with two ER nurses - hauled the biobed away from the transporter pad for another transport.
Bajoran Militia Medic: A Human male, 23, polytrauma by the explosive device. GCS 5 on arrival. Pattern 1 injury. Traumatic amputation of right extremity above the knee. Both chest and abdomen are covered with splinters. No crash. Unstable vitals during transport with heavy loss of blood. Administered a stabilizing mix. In stasis for the past five minutes.
Morgan: oO Forget Genkos - Addison is going to have my ass for this. Oo Let’s get him onto an operating table.
They moved hover biobed into one of the nearby operating suites. Kyle looked at the other members of the team, checking to make sure they were ready to transfer him onto the operating table.
Morgan: On my count: one, two, three.
They all lifted and shifted the wounded officer onto the operating table. Kyle immediately activated the large overhead monitor, which immediately started displaying real-time scans of Chevalier’s injuries. They were dire, and it would take a team of people working simultaneously to treat the injuries if the officer was to survive. His teaching instincts kicked in, wanting to not only see if the Bajoran medical staff was as good as he needed them to be, but also to make sure there was another leader in the room capable of handling one of the injuries so he didn’t have to oversee the whole thing.
Morgan: Alright - what do you see, and what do you recommend?
Bajoran ER attending: We need to run a full assessment and stabilize him more before we can open. Scan the torso area to examine the damage to the organ and the distribution of the splinters. Save what is left of his leg. Nurse, replicate four units as a reserve of… ::looks at the biobed monitor:: …Human AB positive. Stasis got this far, we do not want him to bleed out on us now.
One nurse stepped back to follow the instructions, and in her place, another member of staff placed some device of Bajoran design with the arm over the ensign’s Chevalier body. The doctor flipped out another screen from the side of the biobed display, and the device started to emit from the top some wide blue beam from the head up to ensign’s toes and then another, more focused beam from the side back from toes up to the head. Upon completion of the scan, the nurse moved the device to the side of the ER. The adjacent monitor came to life, presenting a comprehensive 3D model of Ensign Chevalier, including its internals - the circulatory system, bones, organs, and even the shrapnels and internal bleeding sites - and then started to highlight the critical injuries for medical personnel to see.
Bajoran ER attending: Looks like he has at least one unit still inside of him in the thoracic and abdominal cavity, but no fluid in the pelvis. Good. Seventeen shrapnels - filter out the ones in soft tissues, please, yes, good - two in the liver, one in what’s left from his spleen, one that, as I look at it, nicely plugs the hole in the right gastroepiploic artery that it cut. Next to the nice mechanic heart, another one, altogether with two behind the right down quadrant of the left lung they came through. Computer, right leg, please.
The side display view changed as the model became more focused on the view of the severed leg.
Bajoran ER attending: Ok, nice work from Militia, blood vessels look nicely cauterized, but Prophets, those Cardassian’s jumpers… ::sighs:: I almost forgot how messy they are with muscles and nerves with this secondary explosive nanodart. Ok, trauma to tissue and nerves is five mil deep, we will need to pull the triple if we want to save most of it and not amputate more. ::looks at Starfleet doctor:: Any details why this kid is more corporate metal than flash and bones, even without what Cardassians added, Fleet?
Kyle could only shake his head.
Morgan: I’m sure there’s more in this kid’s service record than I could even think about having access to. It’s not for me to say, and at this point, it doesn’t make much difference with the job at hand.
The Bajor doctor sighed, clearly unsatisfied with the answer.
Bajoran ER attending: Not great, not terrible. I hoped we would know… as some of those artificials seem integrated into his life functions, and it would be good to know how they will respond to our medical interventions aimed at saving his life. But here we are. ::gaze over the biobed on an intern:: Hadan, scrub up. I will need assistance.
The doctor stepped back from the biobed and slipped into the surgical scrubs with the help of a nurse. Once again, he looked at the side monitor as if he was examining something and stepped back next to the biobed.
Bajoran ER attending: What kind of freak does one have to have their soul replaced voluntarily by a machine… ::turns back to Morgan:: Another pair of hands will be welcomed, as you are here already. Will you take ventral or leg? Your choice.
The nurse proceeded to prepare the patient for surgery and administered anesthizine to Jaseb’s bloodstream.
Kyle cleared his throat. He didn’t like the term freak, and he was sure that whatever Chevalier did to earn his cybernetics, it likely wasn’t glamorous. He’d keep an eye on the Bajoran doctor to make sure that whatever his perception of Chevalier was didn’t cloud his ability to keep the man alive.
Morgan: I’ll take the leg.
TBC…
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Ensign Jaseb Chevalier
Operations Officer
U.S.S. Artemis-A
A240009JC1
&
Lieutenant Kyle Morgan, PNPC
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
U.S.S. Artemis-A
Simmed by Addison MacKenzie, V239601AM0