Trauma Surgery

Posted on Sun Sep 26th, 2021 @ 12:14am by Captain Calypso Skyie & Lieutenant JG Jenna Jade & Lieutenant Syrial J'naii & Lieutenant JG Konata Hiiragi & Ensign Rene Rouen & Ensign Minerva Delacroix

Mission: The Boneyard Heist
Location: Sickbay

A prone and semi-conscious Rene with a hole in his chest and blood frothing at his mouth materialised on the floor of Sickbay. Standing next to him, hands positioned as if holding something was a distraught Jenna.

Jenna glanced to her hands, then down at Rene, the red on his tunic spreading and she dropped to her knees at his side even as her mouth opened, "Help!" She called loudly, "We need help over here!" She didn't recognize where she was, but she knew it was back on the ship, somewhere back on the ship.

Syrial looked up immediately from their console. The J'naii slid gracefully over towards the injured man. They didn't need a scanner to tell them that the situation was urgent. Darn; they thought they'd have more time before getting to work. "Help me get him on a bed," Syrial said to the dark haired woman who had beamed here alongside the patient. Syrial grabbed the man's shoulders, attempting to lift him up. While normally Syrial wouldn't like moving patients until getting a better reading of them, they wanted to get the man into the stasis field of the bed as soon as possible.

Jenna grabbed Rene's legs and heaved, adrenaline coursing through her veins where her 'normal' strength wouldn't have been up to it. She winced as her bandaged hand slipped and she was forced to grip harder so as not to drop him, "It was a musket ball, fifty-eight caliber, holographic but the safeties weren't on." She gasped out, "There was a malfunction somewhere."

At that moment, the Assistant Chief Medical Officer appeared out of a small alcove in sickbay, a PADD in her hand. The short, blue haired woman's attention seemed more focused on the device than the developing situation:

"Will you keep that racket down?" She called out loudly. "There's important research going on here! Honestly, we should make it a rule; 'no screaming in sickbay, unless-!"

At that moment, Konata glanced up from her PADD and saw the pool of blood on the floor.

"Fuck:" She grumbled. "Who's bleeding on the floor again? Honestly, it's like nobody cares about what it takes to keep the floor clean..."

"If you're the one complaining, you'll be the one cleaning it up," Syrial commented towards the short woman. They never turned their attention or their eyes away from their patient, though, as the two set him up onto the bed. "A musket ball, huh? Don't see that often." Only now did they turn on the stasis field in the bed, reaching to the side to grab a scanner. "Let's see if it's still in there. We're going to do a quick scan of him first, to see where the injuries are," the doctor informed the woman. "And while we do the scans, we should prepare a blood transfusion..."

"Okay..." The Assistant Chief responded, tossing her PADD onto an empty biobed. "Anyone know the patient's blood type?"

As soon as Rene was on the table, Jenna backed away. This was something she knew virtually nothing about, as she was an engineer and not any sort of medical professional. "Ah, Ah don't know his blood type, but the bullet was a hologram, and since the program ended before we were transported here, it should have dematerialized as well. Standard process in the holodeck." She was shaking hard as she found herself up against a cabinet.

"Ah," Syrial responded, finally putting the picture together. "A holodeck injury." They did not have holodecks on J'naii, where Syrial went to medical school; it surprised the J'naii just how often people managed to hurt themselves in there... though usually it was from falling wrong, not from a bullet. "I don't think we've checked this patient yet for their initial exam-" and what a shame that was. Having somebody injure themselves before a physical was always a boatload of paperwork. "-but the blood type should be on file from his time at the Academy." Syrial looked at the other doctor. "See if you can close that wound; I'll look it up and get the transfusion ready."

Konata, who had already started preparing a transfusion with a universal donor, stopped what she was doing and went over to a sink to wash her hands, grumbling to herself that she was already on top of things before sliding on some operating scrubs and a pair of single use surgical gloves.

"While you're getting that transfusion ready," Konata called out as she put on the scrubs. "Why don't you get out a biohazard sendback kit or two so we can clean up this mess afterwards?"

With all her scrubs on, Konata made her way over to the patient, quickly scanning the wound herself with a tricorder to make sure there was nothing inside the wound that wasn't supposed to be there before she began operating.

"Musket ball, huh?" She asked. "Well, Ensign; you're lucky this is the 24th century and not the 18th, because otherwise, we'd be amputating right now."

As Konata worked, Calypso breezed through the sickbay doors and looked over at Rene, being worked on already, then saw Jenna off to the side and approached the girl, placing a gently hand on her shoulder, "How are you doing, Jenna?" She asked softly.

As soon as the contact came, Jenna threw her arms around whoever it was, unable to see through the tears, then realized who it was, "God, Cally, he's been shot... Ah don't know what went wrong, but somethin' locked us in there and... He's not gonna die, is he?"

Cally gave Jenna a firm hug, "No, he won't, we've got good medical personnel." She smiled softly, confidently, then after a final squeeze, released and held her at arm's length, "How's your hand?" She gently reached for it and unwrapped the makeshift bandage, "Ouch... This needs looked at too." She raised her voice, "Blade wound over here as well." She called to Syrial, since Konata was occupied.

~No shouting in sickbay!~ Came a telepathic remark in Cally's direction.

Cally winced as she caught the message. Her talk when Konata had reported on board had reminded her that when it came to telepathic capable people, keeping the ability available was useful. But it had been twenty years since she'd left anything remotely resembling a path of communication open mentally, ~Sorry~ Was all she sent as a terse reply, not wanting to use it more.

Without responding, Konata merely kept operating, humming some rock song as she did so.

Syrial was blissfully unaware of any telepathic communication as the J'naii prepared the transfusion. They considered themselves a very flexible sort; always kind to those working under them. And the J'naii had no aversion to cleaning up; still, they wondered if perhaps the other doctor's priorities were in the wrong place. Syrial wasn't even about to start thinking of getting a biohazard kit ready until the patient was stabilized; probably not until he was well on his way to being cured.

Luckily the ship had just departed and human blood, no matter the blood type, was still well in store, as for their medical supplies. They had Betazoid blood stored as well. As for J'naii blood... well, Syrial just had to hope that they didn't get too hurt - their blood was not compatible with most gendered species. Once the transfusion was started and the blood cell counts of the Ensign were climbing steadily up, the doctor turned his attention towards the woman.

"A blade wound, huh?" the J'naii asked, leaning over to look at it. "Good day, Captain," the nodded at their Captain as they approached. They pulled out a device and began sewing the blade wound closed without further ado. "Y'all might want to calm down your holodeck parties in the future," the J'naii commented with a slight grin that leaned more towards confident cordiality than towards mockery.

"I'd say so:" Konata added in a perfectly serious tone.

Jenna gasped and grimaced as the doc started to close the wound, clenching her teeth, “It wasn’t supposed to be this way… The safeties were on when we went in, Ah double checked. Ah couldn’t abort the program when things got a bit… Energetic, but Ah checked the program before we went in. It wasn’t infected with anythin’ and it cleared the scans. Somethin’ had to have changed after we got in it.”

Sam and Minerva entered together. Minerva immediately rushed over to Jenna and hugged her. She looked to Syrial and nodded to the CO'S office door. "Doctor do you mind?"

Syrial just shrugged, too busy with the patient to really care.

Sam stepped over to Cally with a PADD in hand. "I had Operations Operations Specialist Danvers run a check on all secondary systems. There was a software update loaded up in the processing core about 45 minutes ago. It was supposed to be done last night after Dog Watch when all secondary systems were to be shutdown for 15 minutes."

Cally reached out with a deliberate 'gimme' gesture and looked down through the contents. It was the record of software updates that had been performed over the last twelve hours. The one he'd mentioned was highlighted and it was a holodeck update, one that apparently fixed a handful of minor glitches, but was in a warning 'orange' color that indicated it was altering core programming and thus needed special attention. "Who?" She asked simply.

Sam's brow furrowed. "Username and login are at the bottom of the computer log entry."

She scrolled down to the bottom of the list and her blood ran cold. She handed the PADD back to Sam then moved towards the operating room entrance, but not in, so as not to get in the way, "Docs, do whatever you need to. I want an update as soon as he's out of surgery." Her tone was flat, a signal that she was not happy.

Now that that the Ensign was started to get some blood back into him, and the wound was more of less closed, Syrial finally allowed themselves a chance to think. Now all they had to do was seal up the hole, and deal with any other wounds the man might have on him. "He should be stable now," the doctor muttered to whoever might be listening as they stepped aside to grab the tools to repair the flesh.

Konata raised a hand so as to prevent Syrial from pushing her out of the way.

"Why don't you keep any eye on his vitals, and make sure he stays that way?" She suggested. "I'll handle repairing the flesh."

Not that Konata didn't trust the other doctor, but since she had been given the job to close the wound, if she handed things off mid-operation, even if it was closer to the end of the operation, she could still be held accountable at a later point for not seeing the surgery through to completion. Konata was sure the other doctor meant well, but she wondered if they had taken the same courses she had in the Academy on accountability.

Syrial stepped back, more amused than offended. They were still trying to get a read on the other doctor; were they one of those who were more, well, territorial about their patients? Not wanting other doctors to step in? The J'naii had found that mindset to much more prevalent among the human doctors than it had been on their homeworld, where they did their medical studies. The doctor's comments earlier the floor had made Syrial assume that they didn't as much care and who did the work, but rather that it got done. Oh well. The patient was stable now; that was all that mattered. As long as somebody took care of him. The doctor glanced at the vitals. Hopefully she was just telling them what do because she was taking the lead on the patient; not trying to take the lead in general. "Very well, then," they smiled, handing the tool they had already picked up towards Konata before stepping back.

Konata finished the procedure by repairing the ensign's flesh. Once she was finished, Konata checked his vitals one final time to make sure they and the computer systems were in agreement.

"He's stable, but comatose." She reported to whoever was listening. "I'd say the best thing for him is to let him sleep it off."