Lt JG Alyndra Syrex - She has her father

[Alyndrasyrex]

(( Meranuge IV Devastation Zone, Holodeck 2, Deck 2, USS Artemis-A ))

Syrex: ::Quickly:: Yes, we’re both doctors, I’m Doctor Syrex, this is my assistant Doctor MacKenzie. This is a triage centre, yes?

Civilian: Yes, most of us are volunteers. Not much training between us. But we have hands. We have many hands.

Syrex: Excellent, that’s what we need. Ok, ::Shouts:: People! I need you to gather around, quickly!

MacKenzie: Response

Civilians of all ages and clear ability gathered around the pair in a semi-circle.

Syrex: Alright, you, you, you, you and you! You’re my recon team. I need you to go out there and make sure people know we’re here. Your own injuries are fairly acute. You’ll make it. There are cracks in the ground as I’m sure you’ve noticed, you need to check them all, make sure NOBODY is stuck in there! Particularly children!

Several Civilians nodded heading out into the ash-covered world.

Syrex: The rest of you! You’re our in-house triage team, scrapes and bruises are secondary to major injuries, EXCEPT for head injuries. They always need to be checked by one of us! Understood?

A murmur spread through the remainder of the crowd.

Syrex: UNDERSTOOD? Lives are at stake here people. Your friends, your family. They are counting on us, all of us.

MacKenzie: Right. Let’s go then.

Civilians: Understood, doctors.

 

Just as the civilians began to dissipate and Alyndra turned to see what, if any medical supplies the crowd had been able to gather in such a short amount of time. When suddenly, a man, holding a young girl in his arms, near lifeless, darted into their proximity.

 

Man: Help! Please! My daughter! Out there! They said-

Syrex: We’re here to help! Bring her here now!

 

Alyndra’s new and competent assistant helped the visibly panicked man place a small girl onto one of the cots. It was flimsy, charred and clearly made of whatever was available at the time. Alyndra calmly stroked the girl's hair, she may not be lifeless, a certain warmth spread to her hand from the young lady’s forehead. She’d learned over her years that children were incredibly perceptive. If she knew about the surrounding environment, it should be as positive as anyone could make it.

Alyndra received a tricorder from Assistant/Captain MacKenzie. With her spare hand, she flipped it open and scanned the young child.

MacKenzie: What’ve we got?

Syrex: Brainwaves, normal; blood pressure, declined; heart rate, declined ::opens the child’s eyelids gently:: pupils are dilated. This is synonymous with something I saw in the Paediatric hospital, NCS.

 

Thankfully, Alyndra knew that NCS, or Neurocardiogenic Syncope, was fully treatable and not life-threatening. However, it could be triggered by stress and can cause worrying symptoms, panicking the parents or guardians in the process.


MacKenzie: How do we proceed, Doctor?

Syrex: Well, we need to get her blood pressure up. Either by raising her heart rate, or by contracting her veins. One CC of Vasopressin via hypospray should do the trick.

MacKenzie nodded towards Alyndra slowly, not particularly making a face of full approval, but not appearing to disapprove of her actions either.

MacKenzie: We don’t have any, Doctor. Now what?

Syrex: Well.. There’s another way of doing it..

Man: Please! You have to save my daughter!!

Alyndra turned to the man.

Syrex: Your daughter will be fine, I assure you, she is in no danger. I need you to hug her, tightly. This will kick her sympathetic nervous system into overdrive, raising her heart-rate. She’ll regain consciousness and when she does you need to feed her something salty. Understand?

MacKenzie: Response

Man: But… But… She’s lifeless! She collapsed out there? Are you sure her head is alright?!

Alyndra smiled reassuringly at the man, but whilst trying desperately not to appear so happy to come across as condescending.

MacKenzie: Response

Syrex: Panic is normal in this situation, but I can assure you that our scans confirm your daughter is in good health. This is a chronic condition; stress can cause episodes like this. It’s very common where I come from. Follow my instructions, and she’ll be fine.

Man: Okay, Doctor, I’ll try. Thanks, I guess.

Alyndra turned to MacKenzie.

Syrex: Please can you ensure that this man gets something for his daughter when she wakes up, high in sodium electrolytes. I’m going to see who triage recommends we treat next.

Although Alyndra was a paediatrician, and her first responsibility was to comfort her patient. She knew in trauma responses; it was a luxury she simply didn’t have. She wanted to be there for the young girl. But there were plenty more people here who needed her specific expertise. The young girl had her father, that would have to do.

MacKenzie: Response

 

TAG/TBC

 

Lieutenant JG Dr Alyndra Syrex MD

Medical Officer

USS Ronin (NCC-34523)

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