ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 1905) - Medical Officer - Ensign (jg) Dr. Hezuela

[Bogdana]

Mission: Death in the Shadows
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.02.02

(U.S.S. Illuminar - Cargo bay - Medical Officer Ensign (jg) Hezuela - 1905)
Orderly chaos. That was certainly the best way to describe the situation in the cargo bay. This was not the first patientstorm that Hezuela had to deal with. However, it was the first time she could not say 'computer, end program' should control slip away. The patients were not holograms. They were real. Of course, as a cadet at the Academy, she had completed several internships in various clinics. But the tranquility of the hospital on Earth was no match for triage in the cargo bay. The Orion woman, under the guise of taming a strand of hair, turned up her hearing a bit to pick up even the smallest sounds. The only drawback was an almost unbearably loud sound that seemed to come from all the noises. A little bit of each. Hezuela made a pained face. At the call for a doctor, her heart was beating up to her throat. She was perplexed for a moment, but quickly regained her composure and ran to the source of the sound, which she was able to locate very quickly thanks to her matrix. "On the mat there! What happened?" she asked, pulling out a medical tricorder.



“The Ensign took a blow to the head.  He went down after evacuating Deck 10.”  Max supplied the information.  

 
Hezuela stared at the display, reading off blood pressure readings, pulse rate, oxygen saturation and neutral activity data. It didn't take a doctor or a genius, however, to realize that the blow to the head was unhealthy. She didn't think it was necessary to thank him for the explanation. The last thing that belonged in here now was pointless drivel that only delayed treatment. "What did he get of his he..." She asked, but noticed that the medic had already disappeared. She waited a moment, and with each passing second her eyes narrowed a shade. When she finally reached ten, she snorted softly and turned back to her patient.

 
"I have to figure everything out for myself. I'm a medical officer, not a private detective!" she said, and let her fingers dance over the medical tricorder again. A level 1 traumatic brain injury with a tendency to level 2, she considered for a moment whether to beam him to sickbay, but decided against it. Sickbay had the patients who really needed urgent surgery. She reached for the emergency kit and pulled out a hypospray. From the modest selection of drugs, she took Delactovin (a drug designed to stimulate the nervous system) and pumped the charge fully into the ensign's circulation. Even as she ejected the empty vial, she had the next medication at hand, slid it into the modern syringe, and placed it on the carotid artery. The hypospray hissed

 
"For once I want to work with experts, damn it!," the Orion woman said, kicking the Medkit aside and pushing the Ensign a little further onto the mat. Calmly, she brushed the strands behind her ears to have them out of the way. "You'll be fine, I'm just afraid when you wake up your head will explode from the headache" she murmured, even though she knew the Ensign couldn't hear her. "And you'll need bed rest for some days," she said afterwards, grinning slightly. She checked him again briefly with a tricorder. Blood pressure readings within normal parameters, oxygen saturation satisfactory, and neural activity slowly improving. But she couldn't afford to waste time here. "You're stabilized, and I'd love to chat more, but I'm sorry, I have work to do.“



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