Lieutenant Quen Deena - Twenty-Eight Degrees
Quen Deena
((Transporter Room 1, Deck 1, USS Thor))
Richards: ::Smiling:: Yes everyone here sure likes to keep things interesting.
Deena started to roll her eyes, but stopped herself halfway.
Quen: Yeah, tell me about it...
The word were scarcely five seconds out of her mouth when the bridge gave the signal and a pair of figures began to materialize on the pad in the center of the room.
Anton’s smile dropped off his face instantly. Malak's did the same.
M.Salo: For the love of…
Deena dashed up the platform, disabling the audible alarm on her tricorder as alert after alert screamed out. The rescued fell over the side as they still approached, the Marine Leader holding the petite figure of the science officer tightly in his arms. Soon blood began to stain the transporter platform as open wounds started to bleed again.
Richards: I… Uhh. ::Looking back and forth to the senior officers::
Greaves: (Wincing in pain) Help… Peri…
Quen: Ensign - get ready to beam us to sickbay on my order.
Anton snapped out of his shocked state and managed to slip out a full sentence.
Richards: Aye Sir, Just say the word.
M.Salo: Triage zone number two, please sir, is the one that is being prepared.
Quen: Copy that - internal temperature twenty-eight degrees-
M.Salo: We have a flat line, ma'am.
A long string of various alien swear words galloped through her mind.
Quen: Tricordrazine - five milligrams! Ensign - contact the bridge and beam us over - now!
Richards: Response
The doctor's instructions were spot on and gave the young ensign a direction and an objective to accomplish in the next few minutes.
As Malak was still trying to pull the two patients aside, the hold of the emergency transport closed over them and the room blurred in a cascade of blue lights. .....
((Sickbay, Deck 10, USS Thor))
Alieth: ::approaching apace:: Doctor, report.
Quen: Severe hypothermia. Both are in critical condition - heavy blood loss all around-
M.Salo: In addition, the ensign has been in cardiorespiratory arrest, for unknown length of time.
The pause lasted only a second, if that. Yet in that pause existed another of those moments where time slowed to a crawl - or stopped altogether. Finally, the Vulcan spoke.
Alieth: Salo, take the Captain at the biobed in box 2.
M.Salo: Yes, ma'am.
Deena's eyes stayed glued to her tricorder as she tried to snake a hand between the pair to attach a cortical stimulator to Peri's forehead.
Quen: Tricordrazine's had no effect! Attempting cortical stimulation.
When the large hands finally managed to separate the human from the woman, the marine moved his hands faintly, and a faint whisper escaped his lips.
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 of his hand.
Alieth: Doctor Quen, keep Nurse Salo and do whatever is necessary to stabilize him, I will be in O.R. one.
Quen: Yes ma’am. I'll be right behind you in Two.
The CMO nodded briefly, 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…
Deena cocked an eyebrow, finally confident enough in the outcome to let a hint of snark through.
Quen: Promise?
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
Deena gave a single, sharp nod.
Quen: Likewise.
M.Salo: I'll go myself, ma'am.
[End scene for Quen]
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Lieutenant Quen Deena
Medical Officer
USS Thor NCC-82607
E239602QD0