*** Emergency Med. Area * Andor ***
It was cold.
That much Dior could tell as Reese shouldered the Lieutenant
through the falling snow toward the tent that had been
quickly erected as the Marine Captain went in to retrieve
her. But Dior couldn't make out details. Everything was
fuzzy or blurry, moving in long lines of motion like the
shutter speed was too long on her camera. Bright lights grew
increasingly brighter, causing her to squint and wince to
try and relieve the pain in the temples of her head.
Eventually she was sat down on a bed inside the tent. There
was a heater beside her, but the shivering didn't stop. She
still felt chilled to the bone. Her arms were wrapped
tightly across her abdomen, and her right leg throbbed with
pain. She felt a chilling numbness climbing up her shin as
she laid back on the pillow.
She didn't even hear the cries for help.
Tessa Shaw was stressed and that was putting it lightly.The
injured didnt stop coming and she was now running on a sort
of automatic overdrive so that she dealt with a case and
moved on, making the mednotes on one patient and immediately
opening a new set. She moved from one bed to another,
covering the sixteen that were under her control and doing
what was necessary to alleviate suffering as fast as she
could.
"Name?" she asked, barely glancing at the womans face as she
made a visual assessment.
Dior didn't answer. She couldn't answer. The combined pain
in her temples, leg and stomach were to much. Instead she
gritted her teeth and embraced the dull numbness that was
closing in the frigid cold. She shivered.
Tessa administered 5ccs of Rexalin saying as she did so:
"This will help you in a few moments. Try to relax...you're
okaynow."
She laid the hypospray aside and picked up the medtricorder
quickly finding the compound fracture and abdominal injury.
All around her was noise and activity, the cries of the
injured, medical staff calling for equipment or help,the
sounds from outside where more and more people were being
brought in. Tessa took a deep breath to calm herself and
looked round quickly, hoping to see a doctor who was free,
an over optimistic act.
She had no choice but to deal with the patient herself.
"I'm going to fix your leg." she said, bending closer to
Dior. "Don't worry...it's alright."
She seemed to have been saying that for hours and often it
was a lie because often it wasnt alright at all but she
could pass patients on who needed more surgery than she
could perform and she intended to do so for this woman.
Dior rolled her head toward the dark shadow that loomed over
her. She saw a glimmering object in the hand and tried to
roll away in reflex.
"I'm going to set it and close the wound." she said
preparing the protoplaser.
Dior felt a slight pressure in her leg, causing her to grind
her teeth. It felt as if the bone in her leg was hungry,
munching the interior of her leg in order to fill its
hunger. And in a way it was. The protoplaser was rejoining
the shards of femur that had been shattered by the large
wooden rafter that had fallen from the ceiling of the
conference center. Dior whimpered as the nurse realigned the
bones in her leg to complete the procedure.
It was a noble effort in an emergency situation, for sure.
And Nurse Tessa Shaw would receive a commendation later for
the work she performed during the crisis on Andor. But she
was not use to using a protoplaser in a compound multiple
fracture. It as not her fault, she did the best she could.
But when she was sealing the bone in Lieutenant Dior's right
leg, she fused it with the femoral artery and a large nerve
bundle. Dior would never be able to use her leg the same way
again.
Dior, being of a mixed Bajoran and Betazoid heritage, was
the product of a strange genetic mutation that prevented her
blood from clotting and responding to common clotting
agents. To fix the damage done would put her at too much
risk, as the femoral artery is the largest blood corridor in
the body. She would die.
This same ailment caused her abdomen to continue to bleed
profusely from what would normally only be a shallow cut.
Tessa ofcourse knew nothing of this and tried the standard
procedures to stop the bleeding.
When this didnt work despite repeated tries, Tessa knew
there was big trouble lying on the bed in front of her.
"Doctor ! " she called although it was more of a yell really
but it stopped the person in their tracks. " I need
assistance..." she said and stepped aside as the tall slim
man joined her.
Anton Koss was moving from tent to tent checking on
patients and helping out where he could.
He wasn't in SF but a civilian doctor on vacation.
"What do you have?" He asked
looking at the patient seeing that the wound on the leg was
taken care of and that there was the open wound on the
abdomen. He then pulled on a pair of gloves and started
looking at the wound, "damn we need to find the bleeder and
clamp it." He said.
"She's going into shock." Tessa replied, silently cursing
the
lack of facilities.
She grabbed the surgical tray and stood for a second staring
at it without comprehension then lifted the tool the doctor
needed.
"Damn't." Anton said as he was working on trying to find the
bleeder with his fingers, "alright here she is." He said
reaching out for the instrument with his other hand he then
slowly used the instrument and clamp the bleeder, "alright
do we've any Leporazine?" Anton asked looking at her vitals
they stabilize but the patient was still in shock.
" Yes...yes we do." Tessa replied lifting the phial and
clipping it into place in the hyposprays chamber. She handed
it to him and watched as he pressed the spray against Dior
neck.
At first there was little change. A few seconds ticked by.
"Good her vitals are coming up." Anton said pulling off his
gloves, "good work nurse." He said, "keep an eye on her and
come find me when her vitals stabilize or she wakes up."
Anton said seeing how he needed to check in on some of the
other tents.
"Thankyou." Tessa replied, greatful that he had arrived when
he did.
He gave a smile and a nod and walked off. Tessa looked back
at the still unconcious figure and checked the monitors.
*** End Log ***
Lietenant Rayna Dior
Chief Helm Officer
&
Dr Anton Koss
Civilian doctor
(NPC) Aza
&
Tessa Shaw
Nurse
(NPC ) Rangi
