Commander Ava Munro - Taking-a-Bruising
Ava Munro
((Somewhere Between The Edge of the Forest and the Mouth of the Gorge - Callis I))
((5.75 hours after Crash))
Jaran: ::turning their head and speaking loudly:: There! We're headed for that hollow under the right-most rock in that row.
Ava struggled to move her left arm, each time she did she received a stabbing, jabbing pain for her efforts.
Imril: Got it!
Silveira flashed her a cheeky grin as they began to move along with the more junior officers. For her part, she was glad to loosen her grip. She had allowed her fear to take hold.
That couldn't happen. No, it wouldn't happen again.
Munro: Lead the way people.
The worse of the storm had passed, and with some difficulty they ran the short distance away from the charged and burning trees.
She held her side, the stabbing had subsided to more of a touch sensitive throb. She took that as a good sign. She managed to get to the hollow that the doctor had spotted with their assistance.
She lowered herself down and took a breath. The hollow appeared to offer some protection on either side of them and was safe from the blasts of lightning if the storm chose to come rolling back in.
Nightfall had begun to fall and the sky was @ dark blush of purple. The Maelstrom's violent colours swirled across the sky. It was almost beautiful. Red swirls interlaced with greens and yellows that would transform into a wonderful fusion of atmospheric clouds. If she was a religious type, which she wasn't, she'd have thought that the Gods were painting the sky.
Jaran: Ok, catch your breath and have a seat. Commander, I'm wasting no time. Let's take a look at whatever it was that made you wince.
Ava settled into position, she offered no argument. She had promised the doctor and she knew that she had an injury. That was clear to any of them and what example would it set if she refused treatment.
Imril: ::To Silveira:: I recommend finding something to cover your mouth and nose before heading back out there. We don't know what’s in the ash or smoke.
Both of them did just that. Silveira pulled up his shirt and covered his nose and mouth.
Munro: Be careful.
In preparation for treatment, Ava removed her uniform tunic, pulling open the placket and gingerly releasing her left arm. The atmosphere wasn't too cold, thankfully. Which prompted her to just remove the entire tunic. It was wet. She rolled up her black undershirt to reveal her injured torso just below her left breast.
Jira took a close look at Ava's side, then up at her face. They prodded tentatively and observed her reactions.
Jira tutted and lowered their eyes.
Jaran: Commander, I have some bad news for you. It appears you're suffering from ecchymosis, caused by a dermal tissue haemotoma. ::pause:: Commander, it's a bruise. I'm sorry it hurts, but... that's kind of what bruises do sometimes. Should I administer last rites?
Ava playfully pushed at the Doctor, and allowed a laugh to slip out.
Munro: You're pretty funny for a former Ranjen. Has anyone told you that before?
Imril: Ready when you are, Sir.
Vitor nodded and smiled as well.
Silveira: Don’t wander off, we will be right back.
Ava nodded towards both of them, frustrated that she couldn't help them for now. All she could do was watch as they went on their search.
Munro: Am I fit for duty, Doc?
She rolled down her undershirt, and began to lay her tunic carefully so that it may dry.
Jaran: Response
Munro: We should dry our clothes as much as we can once we have a fire going.
Ava pulled her pack and removed one of the Starfleet issue survival blankets and passed it to Jaran. Then she removed another and pulled it around herself, keeping her arms free as she began to remove the ration packs for herself and the doctor.
Jaran: Response
She winced with the movement.
Munro: :: joking :: You don't happen to have any strong drugs on you, Doc?
Jaran: Response
Waves her hand and shakes her head.
Munro: I would never live it down. Not for a, what did you call it? An echomossa?
Jaran: Response
Tags/TBC
First Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240004LL2