Medical Emergency
Bruno
hands him his portable field analyzer. The device reveals the extent
of the damage to the hand. “This is a very nasty wound. I need to
get you stabilized and to the surgery bay.” Pope is unconscious, but
he is talking as much to himself as to anyone else. He administers
antibiotics and local anesthetics, and gets her prepared to be moved
to the sickbay. “Donovan, you get her feet, and I’m getting her
shoulders. Let’s get her moved to the Hab 5 surgery bay.”
Once in the Hab 5 surgery Bay, the team gets Pope strapped into an
operating table. The zero-G will actually be an asset, reducing the
risk of infection, since the blood from the wound radiates out, rather
than absorbing infection and settling back in.
The surgery is tricky, but with the help of the medical team, the
operation is a success. The metal slivers are removed, the exposure
is contained, and Pope will keep the hand. For now at least, though,
it is totally useless. Donovan applies bandages to the wounds so that
at the end, her arm looks like a giant Q-tip. She remains unconscious
and hooked up to diagnostic equipment in the sickbay.
JC Demers
Every time her eyes closed, it felt longer. Longer and longer. Every moment stretching itself into what was dangerously starting to feel like forever. Emma became aware of the voices, of hands and needles probing her.
It was like being deep underwater. Everything felt like it was there, but distant. Deep. Muffled.
Her mouth felt dry, and yet, her entire body was covered in a fine film of sweat; making her skin shine in the light of the hangar bay. With her blond hair sticking to her skull, Emma had lost the intensity her mere presence commanded a few hours ago. All self control was gone. Her body shook. Her lips trembled. Her eyelids fluttered.
“This is a very nasty wound. I need to get you stabilized and to the surgery bay.”
She took a slow breath in, trying to wrap her lips around a word, but couldn’t. All she managed to do was slip further. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and the last thing Emma felt was her body going limp.
I’m sorry dad. I tried. I did my best.
Forgive me.
It was the sound of the waves hitting the reef that woke her up. She could feel the warm sand beneath her back. The sky was of a surreal blue. The sun had a comforting glow she had never experienced. Somewhere, along the beach, far over the ocean, she could see white birds diving down into the waters. A hot breeze blew in from the sea, pushing her hair away from her face; gently caressing her face and neck. She tasted the salt in the air.
Pushing herself on her elbows, she looked up at the sky again. The sun had grown larger… more red. Hotter. The sand began to burn at her body. The sun grew closer, larger. Slowly, it started to fill the entire sky. Emma’s vision blurred. The ocean began to boil. The birds disappeared. The wind died. Bringing up her hands towards her face, Emma could see her own skin starting to melt on her bones.
As if she had been stabbed, all the air went out of her. Her eyes bursting open, she would have cried out, but found no voice. Her throat felt dry. Something close by was beeping erratically.
She was still alive.
Unfortunately.
Robert Bogdon
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Orr, Michael J
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Sent: Tuesday, April 13, 2010 5:43 PM
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Subject: Re: Medical Emergency
Xander Szabo
Ok... got to get the spin back up.... now.... where to begin....
Xander Szabo
Rotary engines are fine..... The rotation cuff is not jammed...... Bloody hell, why won't she spin....... Maybe theirs a stress fracture on the cross-habitat support beams... that'd cause the safety system to.... nope. That's not it..... External blocking? Camera's say....... no. Ok.... there's nothing else unless it's the..... no..... it can't be..... bloody drongo......
Tom jumps up and makes his way to the inner ladder of the Habitat modules. He unlatches a casing and pauses.
He sets his headset to a general shipwide frequency.
"Oi! All hands. Gonna get the Hab spinnin' so sit tight, grab your grundies and brace yourself!"
He reaches into the casing and pulls the pin.
Robert Bogdon
[ooc]
Moving from one of the spinning modules to a non spinning area, or non spinning to spinning is going to take longer than before. It's going to be a minimum of 5 minutes when moving between these areas to allow an intermediate area to spin up/spin down, like an airlock, but for rotation. Bridge to hab module, or hab to hab is still just a minute or two, since they're all on the same rotating framework.
Xander Szabo
Grinning, Tom makes his way back to the Control Room.
Robert Bogdon
To McCarty on headset: "Mr. McCarty, would you be so kind as to bring my things to the bridge and arrange for a cot. I'll be staying on the bridge until further notice."
To the crew on the bridge, "I want someone who can point this damned thing in the right direction and someone who can make sure we don't run into anything. Everyone else is dismissed. Expect to receive a duty schedule in the next few hours."
The Major sits down at the captain's console and begins reviewing personnel records, clearly expecting everyone to leave without asking questions.
"Bonzer!"
Grinning, Tom makes his way back to the Control Room.