Ens Lyara Alroyo - Not a Good Time for Fears
Lyara Alroyo
((Holodeck 3, Deck 222, DS224; Simulation of Artemis Medbay))
Lyara: I’m gonna need a medkit. I’ve got someone bleeding over here. oO Why couldn’t there have been a medical personnel here with us Oo
Alroyo wiped the blood off on a nearby sheet as she let out a shaky breath. Now was not the time for hemophobia. This wasn’t the academy where she could pass out and wake up in the nurse's office. It was a drill and could very well one day be a real situation.
While she was lost in thought Ensign Imril approached Lyara with a medkit. Upon their approach the lights went out in the Medbay for what felt like an eternity before the backup power kicked back in.
Imril: ::Very quickly handing the kit to Lyara:: Here! There are bodies in the main office. It’s too late for them.
Lyara: Alright, we’re gonna have to handle this ourselves then.
Imril quickly moved to get one of the stretchers set up beside the patient’s bed. They turned on the stretcher’s emergency lights and then with a grunt lifted the patient and put them in the stretcher all by themselves.
Imril: We may need lights of our own. Anyone know how long it takes to get to the closest escape pods from here?
During the transfer of the patient from bed to stretcher a warning sounded out from the computer.
Computer: Warp core failure imminent. ::siren:: Abandon ship. ::siren:: Warp core failure imminent. ::siren:: Abandon ship. ::siren::
Alroyo looked at Imril and shook her head.
Lyara: It’s too far, we’re gonna have to start tagging for transport.
Suddenly, as if to add insult to injury Chief Ral sounded out over her combadge.
Ral: You have three minutes and thirty seconds. Remember why you are here.
Lyara swore under her breath then quickly moved to the next patient to scan them.
Lyara: Alright, our next move is to quickly tag as many patients as we can and rank their condition.
Imril: Response
Alroy quickly moved from the first patient to the next, assigning a level of severity for their wounds before moving to the next. Even if she wasn’t trained in medicine it was still important she remembered her basic triage and the hard decision making that came with being in Starfleet.
Lyara: If we remember our training we’ll have to transpo-
As she walked to the next patient after another successful tag with her tricorder she slipped on a puddle on the floor and landed right in it.
Imril: Response
She groaned and slowly lifted herself up off the ground. Alroyo tried wiping off whatever it was she fell on but then quickly realized what the wet substance on the ground was. It was the now bleeding out patient’s blood, all over her uniform and arms, and possibly in her hair. Trying not to freak out she turned to Imril to help instruct them.
Lyara: We have to… I think we… ::Taking a deep shaky breath:: Teleport the patients.
Lyara had forgotten her training in that moment as she expended all her mental fortitude to not have an extremely negative reaction to the holoblood on her. There was a reason she was a pilot and not in the operating room and now it was on full display in the middle of a life or death situation.
Imril: Response
TAG/TBC
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Lyara Alroyo
Helm/Operations
USS Artemis-A
D240108LA4