Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari ~ I hate this part. (Part 1)
Roxanna Dorion
((Sickbay, Deck 6, USS Khitomer))
Ras El'Heem had been injured. Badly. And partially self-inflicted. The "SERIOUSLY" response could, and should wait. Now, it was about treatment. Everyone in that room were friends. Everyone was willing and able to assist. So, Talia pushed aside her panic drenched concern, ala the magic of "Compartmentalization". She could do that.
She had to.
Wasn't the first time, wouldn't be the last. Still, she didn't have to love it.
A Dewitt: Heart rate is up a little.
El’Heem: ::defeated:: There’s no saving it. The..the trauma is too prolific.
He wasn't being dramatic. He was sadly...pretty spot on. Could the hand be saved? Possibly. Was the risk for systemic infection and incredible pain higher? By kilometers. Just because she had found a niche and fascination with helping those who lost pieces of themselves, didn't mean she wanted to. But, that wasn't a concern for today.
El’Heem: ::quieter now as he looked up at Ayemet:: Even if you repaired the bones, I’m already rapidly ::stopping to swallow:: developing compartment syndrome. The hand needs to go.
Laying her hand on her friend's shoulder, similar to how Ayemet had offered her comfort earlier.
Ohnari: Whatever happens, we're going to take care of you. Trust me.
A Dewitt: I can assist Doctor if needs be.
R. Matthews: Been too long for me to scrub in. I’ll hold back and monitor Sickbays systems and make sure you have everything you want or need, doctor.
El’Heem: Response
Ohnari: Right now we need to get his vitals stable. His system is bordering on shock, ::she prepped another, stronger hypo to lessen the pain:: superficial radiation burns, thank the Gods his suit didn't fuse to him...
A Dewitt: just tell me what to do.
El’Heem: There’s something else. Potassium Iodide. You’re all going to need it.
He was shedding the radioactive isotopes, while the inoculation had prevented the majority of the damage, as well as being in an EV suit, he still got a massive dose being right up on that probe.
A Dewitt: I’m on it.
R. Matthews: :: Still frowning, he turned his gaze to Ras :: Why do we want that? And can you please just say for a dietary supplement?
Ohnari: I've got a Hyronalin IV prepped, ::turning to Ayement:: protocol forty two on the main control panel, choose Kressari dosage, he's already been programmed in.
They all had. While it may have been overcautious on her part, she certainly was high fiving the crap out of "Past Talia" right at that moment.
El’Heem: It’s the Sencha radiation. I’m shedding it. ::looking again to Ayemet:: I can see the strain in your eyes. I was exposed to near lethal amounts when the probe discharged. I should be in much worse shape but being warped out like I was just ::pausing:: delayed the inevitable. It’s not great, but it’s not terrible.
A Dewitt: Sush I’m fine.
It was a valid concern, and all participants would be given cautionary, exposure prophylaxis once they got him stabilized.
A Dewitt: We’ve got to get this suit off you Ras, I know it hurts but it’s almost over.
R. Matthews:How about you doctor? How are you feeling?
Ohnari: ::distractedly:: Different brain pan, I'm golden.
oO I'm golden? What the hell does that even mean...? Oo
She shelved that concern for later review.
El’Heem: Doctor? I think I’m going to throw up.
A Dewitt: I swear you get any on my uniform I’m sending you the cleaning bill.
Talia couldn't help but snort. There was a reason there were eight replicators in Sickbay set with staff uniform sizes. She almost felt bad for the non-medicals. Almost. Instead, she swiftly snatched a receptacle, attaching it to the bed so he could just turn as needed.
R. Matthews: You know, easier ways to get medals, and easier ways to get me to take your cloths off. Just saying, most guys just try and get me drunk. :: He looked up and winked at Ras :: Not that going full heroic badass and punching a big cannon isn’t impressive. But next time, keep it simple.
Again, she snorted. This Ensign was weird, but her brand of weird.
Ohnari: You know the drill, spin and spew. ::she was working on removing the man's hand from the glove. Of course that had decided to fuse.:: No judgement.
A Dewitt: Heart rate is 110, breathing shallow.
El'Heem: Response
Ohnari: Give me a pain level, your adrenaline might be pumping and burning through the last dosage.
R. Matthews: Ras, buddy, I know this is a lot of people's fantasy. Me playing doctor with them. But you're going to have to calm down now while doctor Ohnari works.
Under the table, Talia gave a swift kick in the direction of a certain Ensign's shin. While she appreciated the humor, it was wearing thin.
R. Matthews: Computer scan patient to confirm radiation levels for both them and the items of clothing they’re wearing. How much got through?
El’Heem: Response
Ohnari: Every piece of that suit needs to be trashed, immediately.
A Dewitt: Yes Doctor.
R. Matthews:I can have blood transfusions ready to go. Might have to play with the power supply to synthesize his blood type. We have plasma stores that should still be good if needed.
El’Heem: Response
Ohnari: Not there yet, I'll let you know.
Finally freed from the bits of suit, Talia shoved the tray with the discarded bits of suit, and probably a decent bit of biological matter towards Ensign Matthews, eyeing the reclimator. The Ensign may not be medical, but was top notch at following non-verbal clues.
R. Matthews: I just want to check again, are you both okay to continue? We’ve disposed of the material that was carrying the radiation. But we’ve all gotten a dose.
A. Dewitt: Response
Ohnari: We've got it from here, ::looking up:: Thank you, genuinely.
R. Matthews: I can make it a priority to make your shot against the Sencha radiation if you need a booster doctor. With the hit to the systems, I don’t think the aerosol dispersion that was originally being done has been continuing. If there’s a time limit on how long the dosage lasts. We probably passed it or are coming up on it without a booster.
Ohnari: ::nodding:: The serum is loaded into two categories, pre and post exposure. Choose the post exposure and input all our names. The computer has the crew's bio-profiles loaded.
A.Dewitt: Response
Now finally freed from the EV suit, his hand, or more accurately what was left of the hand was...not in good shape. The blunt force trauma had done its damage, but that direct and unfiltered blast of Sencha radiation, the burnt and charred tissue was...mangled, was the best term that her panic fueled brain could provide. A rather impolite series of Haliian words escaped her mouth with alarming diction and clarity.
R. Matthews: :: Glancing up :: Sorry sir, could you repeate that?
Ohnari: ::wincing:: Uh...no real Federation standard translation...Ras? I need you to lean back and take a deep breath. ::to Ayemet, mournfully:: I can't save it. ::fingers flying over the controls, ordering the anesthizine gas:: Don't fight it, I promise we've got you, and you're safe.
A. Dewitt/R. Matthews/El'Heem: Response
Before long, the Anesthizine gas put the ailing Kressari unconscious. The Haliian exhaled deeply, closing her eyes and taking a moment to check in with herself. Her own adrenaline was pumping, as was normal in high stress situations, but she still forced her mind to calm, and focus directly on the patient. At this moment, he wasn't her friend. He was Kressari, male: blunt force trauma wounds and radiation burns had made the appendage unsalvageable. Her brain ticked through the surgical checklist, making sure her concern for her friend hadn't overridden her training.
Finally, she opened her eyes and grasped the laser scalpel.
Ohnari: ::quietly:: I'm sorry, my friend.
A. Dewitt/R. Matthews/El'Heem: Response
TAG/TBC
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Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Khitomer
C239205ME0