Capt Wes Greaves - My Old Friend

[Jacob Rittenhouse]

Capt Wes Greaves -  My Old Friend 

 

((Main Sickbay, Deck 10,  USS Thor))  

  

The world once again shimmered into blue and suddenly he was somewhere else entirely. It was bright still, so bright. There were beds everywhere. And a friend. A very stern looking friend.  

  

They were in sickbay. That was good. They were on the Thor. That was better.   

  

Alieth: ::approaching apace:: Doctor, report. 

 

Quen: Response  

 

M.Salo: In addition, the ensign has been in cardiorespiratory arrest, for unknown length of time. 

 

The Vulcan took a second, a single second to observe the situation. One of her best friends bled out in plain sight, clutching desperately at what all logic suggested was the corpse of another of her closest friends. 

 

Alieth: Salo, take the Captain to the biobed in box 2. 

 

M.Salo: Yes, ma'am. 

 

Quen: Response  

  

Hands quickly separated Peri and him, and as they took her away Wes could see the defrosting bloody frost on her uniform as well as a fresh wetness. He weakly moved his own hand to the side of his head and it came away covered in blood. He couldn't think, but something deep within him forced the man in the right direction. A deeply rooted bias for action. He could still help Peri. She might not be too far gone yet. Weakly he was able to stammer out a sentence. 

 

Greaves: Peri... she was conscious until just a minute ago… abdominal wound…. Only partially closed… internal bleeding…  

 

Only then did Alieth abandon her pose, take the Marine's hand and clasp it in her own.  

 

Alieth: I know, and I am going to save her. Can you hold out a little longer? 

 

Greaves: I'm okay… Peri's worse than me.  

 

She nodded curtly as she let go his hand, brows furrowed with determination. 

  

Alieth: Doctor Quen, keep Nurse Salo and do whatever is necessary to stabilize him, I will be in O.R. one. 

 

Quen: Response  

 

She nodded briefly, agreeing with her words. She then raised her finger and stared intently at the marine. 

 

Alieth: And you... do not even consider perishing without receiving an reprimand from my behalf 

 

Greaves: Don’t worry Doc…. I won't cause any more trouble…  

 

Quen: Response 

 

As a group of nurses rushed the young woman down the ward towards the operating theatre, Alieth made a short stop to approach Quen and Malak. 

  

Alieth: If it gets worse...let me know 

 

M.Salo: I'll go myself, ma'am. 

 

Satisfied with the answers, Alieth hurried to the sterile room. 

 

Quen: Response 

 

Darkness crept in at the edges of his vision, and Wes had the strongest sensation of movement. It took him several seconds to realize that his biobed was being rolled down the hall. Turning his head, he couldn't see where Peri had been taken, but the Marine watched Alieth stride confidently and quickly toward the O.R. Somehow they'd made it back to the ship, and the best doctors in the fleet were ready to work on Peri. It was a comforting thought, and the last one he had before darkness finally took him.

 

[[End Scene for Greaves]]

 

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Captain (SFMC) Wes Greaves
Marine Detachment Commander
USS Thor - NCC 82607
E239702WG0
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