Lt JG Alyndra Syrex - A Radical Alternative
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(( Meranuge IV Devastation Zone, Holodeck 2, Deck 2, USS Artemis-A ))
Alyndra grabbed the piece of cloth from the floor that had been used to try, and wrongfully shut the patient up. Before throwing it over to MacKenzie.
She turned to move closer to the screaming mans body. Even if he couldn’t respond, he should have the right to feel safe, to feel seen.
Syrex: I’m assuming you know about make-shift tourniquets?
MacKenzie: ::nodding, moving to the side:: Rudimentary, but hopefully an effective stopgap. What about his leg?
Syrex: I’m confident the rest of their leg will be fine now. It’ll survive, that is. Not a pretty victory, but they won’t bleed out. Unless we get this arm sorted.
MacKenzie: Should we try the tourniquet? Not that I’m an advocate of putting a dirty cloth around it…
Syrex: It’s not going to work in this case, I’m not confident we won’t just delay the inevitable by giving them an infection.
MacKenzie: Well, I think we could manage an infection far more effectively than we can if we don’t do something to prevent him from losing his limb or bleeding out…
Alyndra sighed in frustration.
Syrex: This just isn’t working. The bleeding should have stopped by now. Do you have any other suggestions? I have one, but it’s radical, and frankly, I’m open to other options.
MacKenzie: With what we have at our disposal? There isn’t much open to us. What’ve you got?
Syrex: We amputate the leg. Further up from the
shattered scar tissue that is. Then we wrap around the healthy tissue to give
full skin coverage. If the Artemis is still coming, they can give him
anti-clotting agents to keep the skin alive and handle the post-care. They’ll lose
some blood in the process, but they’ll stop losing blood, they’ll stabilise
within, say, 90 days of intensive care. But they’ll live a full life
afterwards.
Alyndra looked up to
MacKenzie, still on her knees next to the still screaming patient. Her
assistant didn’t look like they felt strongly from one direction to the other. But
to Alyndra, the only option was success.
MacKenzie: And you think you can do it?
Syrex: I’ll have to..
Alyndra reached for a rather crude scalpel, made from what she could only assume used to be a crafting knife.
oO Better than nothing, or is
it? No, it is. Oo
MacKenzie: Computer, end program.
The screaming stopped, and the
dust her uniform had picked up like a vacuum cleaner disappeared. The tent
evaporated along with the planet. Alyndra and Captain MacKenzie were back
aboard the USS Artemis-A, like they’d never left.
MacKenzie: Well, doctor, it appears you know your stuff,
and you’re willing to make tough calls.
Syrex: You know, for a second there, I had completely
forgotten it was all a simulation- That none of it was real.
Alyndra sighed defeatedly, slapping her knees and getting up from the floor.
MacKenzie: Response
Syrex: But I have a feeling you suspected that. Do you usually bring people in here?
MacKenzie: Response
Syrex: Why me? I’m sure you don’t show this to all your new doctors, temporary or otherwise.
MacKenzie: Response
TAG/TBC
Lieutenant JG Dr Alyndra Syrex MD
Medical Officer
USS Ronin (NCC-34523)
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