<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="">Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express</span><br class="" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="">Day:03</span><br class="" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="">Stardate: 2554:12:03</span><br class="" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class=""> </span><br class="" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="">(USS Exeter – Sickbay – Medical Officer, Ensign JG Heinrich Kruse, M.D. – 0120)</span><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“It should be done in a few minutes. How do you like your coffee?”<br class=""><br class=""></font></div></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“I’ll take it black.” Heinrich never drank coffee before his higher education. By that point adding cream or sugar seemed like a waste for what was clearly a caffeine vehicle. And on this night, all he was looking for was the caffeine. As Ewan headed toward the replicator Heinrich stared at his patient. Her life was in his hands. The weight of responsibility and awe never went away. </font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Ewan came back with the coffee. “Here you go doctor.” </font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“Ah, yes. Thank you.” He took a gentle sip of his coffee. It is always too hot when it first arrives. Just then the bio-bed beeped and produced a report. Ewan brought it on screen.</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“Thank you, Ewan.” He closely inspected the screen as if he were shortsighted. “Oh good, this is just what I thought. The patient experienced a severe electrical injury, which you can tell by the burns across the body. As a consequence she experienced respiratory arrest, a mild heart attack, and it put her in a coma. But it doesn’t look like the damage to the heart is severe, and there is no stroke. We ought to be able to get the lungs working with a Respiratory Array, then bring her out of the coma.”</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">He put the coffee to his lips. Perfect temperature. He downed half of it. </font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“I’ll activate the Respiratory Array, but I’m going to need you to sedate her. Last think we need is for the patient to accidentally wake up with a tube down her throat. And with her lungs working again that could very well happen.”</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">(Reply Ewan)</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Heinrich picked up a tablet and accessed the medical tools. A lamp like structure descended on Erin’s body.</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“Are we ready Ewan?”</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">(Reply Ewan)</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“Alright, I’ll engage the Respiratory Array.” The lamp device began to glow, a gentle laser focused on the chest. The array beamed for what seemed like a half hour, but was really five minutes. Heinrich stared intently, always worried something might go wrong. When he Array finished he pressed another button to begin a diagnostic test.</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“Looks like the procedure was a complete success. The lungs are repaired. Remove the tube and we can begin the process of getting her out of her comatose state at 200 hours.” Heinrich gave a deep sigh of relief, and downed the rest of the coffee.</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">(Reply Ewan)</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">(Posted by Tim)</font></div></body></html>