ILLUMINARRPG: (2- 0001)- Medical Officer - Ensign (jg) Dr. Hezuela

[Bogdana]

Mission:  Death is the Shadows
Day 5
Stardate 2446. 02.05

Patients were lying everywhere. On the hastily erected cots, on blankets on the floor. The smell of iron and copper hung in the air; - metals that many species carry in their blood. Most were in shock. You don't have to be a counselor to see that. For nursing, however, someone from that field would be very helpful. But the psychologists had to make themselves useful elsewhere, because help was lacking in many places. 

Hezuela spent the time loading hyposprays and deciding who went to the infirmary and who could be treated in the cargo hold. Most hadn't really been hit hard, and treatment in the cargo bay was acceptable. Still, it was hard for the Orion woman to make priorities. If ever she was afraid that control might slip away, it was today.

Gradually, she felt like she was in a beehive. People were coming and going again, bringing injured people and taking medikits. Some patients could be discharged after a few minutes, others would probably be confined to bed for a few more hours. Emergency operations were only performed in the infirmary and yet there was enough going on here. Some patients just wanted emergency treatment, however Hezuela couldn't reconcile that with her conscience, and so they all had to wait.

Hezuela was busy with a technician when a call came in from a certain Kathy, who did not give her last name on the communicator. This was certainly an option as well, but the Orion preferred the formal way, as long as she didn't know who her interlocutor was. She kicked the medikit rudely aside to make room for herself and ejected the vial full of hydrocortilene from the hypospray before putting the two parts where they belonged. The medication was neatly sorted, and the hypospray went into a designated stand. Medikits were for emergencies only, and there was now equipment in the cargo hold that would not interfere with the paramedics. Still, there were some components in these kits that were essential.
Finally, she accepted the call with a press of the communicator, and listened to the voice that spoke through it. "All right, what happened?" she asked quickly, picking up the medikit she had just pushed aside. "Someone will be right there, I promise," she said quietly to the technician, nodding to an orderly. The latter started moving, taking the Orion woman's work from her. She just pushed the medikit into his hand before getting one herself, even though she was ordered to the sickbay. There should be enough equipment there, but she didn't know if she would meet an injured person on the way. 

She hurried to the infirmary and pushed the door opener with all her might. The Orion looked around, and simply used the name she had heard earlier through the communicator. "Kathy? I'm here, you were going to brief me when I got here. I'm Hezuela ", she said, opening the medikit with a practiced hand movement. She had become a real master at opening medikits in the last hour.

(Reply Kathy Miller, any)

(Posted by Bogdana)