EXETERRPG: (3 - 0119, 0124) FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken

[Mark Howard]

NRPG: Todd, as discussed. Hope this okay.

RPG:

Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express

Day:03

Stardate: 2554:12:03

(USS Exeter – Holodeck 3 - FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken  – 0119)



Trip walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "You ok?"

Ailynn nodded, despite herself, knowing that in actuality she wasn’t, but
at the moment she didn’t have time to not be better. These were the moments
that she hated the most, where they were coming to the end of a heavy
shift, a crisis or some such, and just when you thought all the panic had
subsided, those ripples had settled back to a millpond, that you had to
pick yourself back up, steel your nerves, draw on every atom of reserves
you had to finish the game off, because there was always more to do, if
nothing else, a report to write before you allowed yourself the luxury of
sleep. “I’ll be okay.” she smiled half heartedly.

"I'm gonna stay behind, make sure that things get wrapped up here. Check in
sickbay if they need your help, but then after that go to bed. Is that
alright?"

“I will. Kruze looks like he's’ got Erin well in hand, Methor is up there
too, so she’s in good hands and I’ll not insult them by storming in, as
much as I want to.” It was the truth, as much as she was longing to dash up
and ‘look after things’, it wouldn’t be fair on those currently attending
Erin, not to mention the conflict of interest that she would face since
Erin was such a close friend.

"Tomorrow, I'll have you and Ravok split up the folks who were in here, you
take half, he'll take half. Just get a sense for what happened here."

She nodded. “Understood.” She yawned and rubbed her eyes, and then massaged
her temples. “I only saw things as they ended ‘T’, but this was a bad one.”
She sighed heavily.

"Lynn...." Trip paused. "It's gonna be ok." Trip wasn't sure if he was
saying or asking. But he pulled her into a hug. Held her tight, then moved
on to Ravok.

Ailynn nodded, and returned the hug, glad that Trip still felt he was able
just to approach her as the friend that she had been, not just his ‘number
one.’ SHe smiled gently as he turned away moving toward Ravok.

It was at that moment that she heard a thud, and turning, she saw that
Ensign More had collapsed. ~Ah for…~ she stopped the thought as she dashed
across the room, and once again, fell into her training, feeling the
carotid pulse. Stan’s pulse was reasonably strong, but fluttering.

“Sickbay one more incoming, accompanied by myself. Ensign More has
collapsed, I imagine that you’re pretty busy up there, so I’ll take this
myself, but if there’s a floating pair of hands I’d be grateful” She spoke
quickly, but clearly as she ripped off the tactical vest that she’d been
wearing, she wished that she had the time to change into scrubs, but she
was comfy enough in a uniform.

(Reply Sickbay)

“Understood. Bracken out”

“Computer. Emergency Medical Transport, Myself and Ensign More to sickbay,
bay 2. ”

(USS Exeter – Sickbay - FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken  – 0124)

The scene changed to sickbay, and Ailynn hit the ground running, she was
ashamed of her reaction, but she felt herself awaken once more as she drew
strength from the bustle of the busy sickbay. Sounds and voices from bay 1
where she knew that Erin was being worked on by Kruze’s evidently capable
hands. There were others, just coming in for a routine medical, they
suddenly felt themselves ushered to a waiting room, the priorities being
the incoming trauma patients.

“Computer get me a scan.” She then turned toward the rest of the bay. “Any
assistance please?”

(Reply any medic)

Ailynn straightened Stan on the bed, and turned his arm over in case she
needed to put a cannula into him in a hurry, as she did, his trace appeared
and looking at the EKG trace she saw immediately what the problem was.
Ripping open his uniform, and cutting off his vest, she then grabbed a
tricorder and made several measurements at very precise places in his
chest, all the while staring at the EKG trace and other information that
the Tricorder was sending to the screen in front of her.

(Reply medic)

“Shock-induced Paroxysmal Atrial Flutter.” She replied. “Crash
Trolley...NOW!” she snapped, her years of training coming back to her in an
instant. “Paddles set to 250!”

(Reply medic)

(Posted by Mark)
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