02-22-2025, 03:52 AM
“OK. Keep looking at the light.”
Beka looked deep into the part-Vulcan officer’s eyes as she watched him try to track the small torch as she tracked it through the air. The visual check confirmed what the tricorder had said.
“Yeah, that’s a concussion. A pretty serious one as well,” the redheaded doctor added. “You did this sparring? Do you guys not use sparring fields?”
“A field was in place. It does not appear to have saved me,” the man replied.
“I feel like I should be impressed that someone managed to hit you so hard in the face that they did this through a sparring field, but I have a horrible feeling I already know who it was,” Sydesh said, and sighed. “Tall woman, kinda feral looking, the worst accent you’ve ever heard, muscles in places I haven’t got?”
“If you are trying to veil your meaning, please desist. I underestimated Chief Calleja. I will not do so again. The fault is mine, not hers.” The Vulcan hybrid braced as a hypospray was put to his neck and activated.
“Yeah yeah. I can imagine the reaction Rob… Commander Mayfair would have if I put one of our team out of action.” Beka watched as the drugs started to take effect and stabilise the patient.
“Entirely different circumstances. You are a medical officer. You would not be making your officers better by sparring with them.”
“This wasn’t sparring, this was a clubbing,” the redhead replied bluntly. “Anyway. My opinion of that nutcase aside. I’m taking you off-duty for 72 hours. You are to rest. Absolutely nothing remotely resembling strenuous physical activity. No gym. No holodecks. Find a good book or several. Meditate if that helps. But I want to check you over again before you return to duty.”
“Yes doctor.” The Security officer was looking straight ahead.
Beka stepped away from the bed and briefed the nurse on the medication that would need to be dispensed. She’d just finished when she caught sight of Robin frantically waving her over.
As the doctor approached she managed to quickly get the gist of what was going on. An injured officer, Ensign K’Deela. Almost certainly combat-related. Beka looked up the incoming woman’s file on the PADD she held, parallel-processing what she read along with Robin’s instructions as the medical team moved to the bed to receive the casualty.
“Doctor Sydesh,” Star called, moving alongside Beka as the team snapped into motion. “I’ll monitor her vitals and fluid levels. If she crashes before we get the synthesized blood--” she exhaled sharply, “--we’ll have to work with volume expanders and pray we don’t hit rejection.”
“Let’s hope we don’t get that far,” Sydesh replied. “Once we get her in, priority is to stop the bleeding and buy Hernandez some time. I may need your help on that.”
The redhead rolled her sleeves up, scrubbed in and braced as the patient appeared.
"Star, Sydesh, you're up."
Robin didn’t need to tell Beka that, but the redhead turned and nodded.
“I got her,” she said confidently. Confidence was something that the emergency specialist was not lacking, and now she had to prove that it wasn’t misplaced.
Beka assessed the patient quickly. The arm was an obvious source of blood loss, but much more serious was the deep chest injury that still had pieces of armour embedded in it.
“OK. Star, get that arm sorted out please,” Sydesh said. “Save it if you can, amputate if you can’t. The arm would be a temporary loss, her life won’t be.” The redhead had already carried out so many limb replacement surgeries that she had a paper half-written on the subject. “The priority has to be stopping the bleeding. I’m going in after the chest wound. I have to get that armour out and the blood vessels closed up. Tell Hernandez I’ll give him a blowjob if he gets that blood in here faster.”
Beka’s irreverence was nothing new - there weren’t many medics left in Sickbay who hadn’t done a double-take at something grossly inappropriate coming out of the redhead’s mouth. Despite it all she seemed eerily calm as she went to work.
A few slices of the laser scalpel cleared most of the armour away from K’Deela’s chest, leaving just the embedded pieces. One by one, working with a speed and dexterity that came from constant practice, Sydesh gently pulled those pieces clear and rapidly sealed the wounds, starting with the Ghe’kha lung. She just had to hope she was moving quickly enough.
== Let’s do some doctoring!
GM input please - is Sydesh able to make progress sealing the wounds? Is it helping? ==
Beka looked deep into the part-Vulcan officer’s eyes as she watched him try to track the small torch as she tracked it through the air. The visual check confirmed what the tricorder had said.
“Yeah, that’s a concussion. A pretty serious one as well,” the redheaded doctor added. “You did this sparring? Do you guys not use sparring fields?”
“A field was in place. It does not appear to have saved me,” the man replied.
“I feel like I should be impressed that someone managed to hit you so hard in the face that they did this through a sparring field, but I have a horrible feeling I already know who it was,” Sydesh said, and sighed. “Tall woman, kinda feral looking, the worst accent you’ve ever heard, muscles in places I haven’t got?”
“If you are trying to veil your meaning, please desist. I underestimated Chief Calleja. I will not do so again. The fault is mine, not hers.” The Vulcan hybrid braced as a hypospray was put to his neck and activated.
“Yeah yeah. I can imagine the reaction Rob… Commander Mayfair would have if I put one of our team out of action.” Beka watched as the drugs started to take effect and stabilise the patient.
“Entirely different circumstances. You are a medical officer. You would not be making your officers better by sparring with them.”
“This wasn’t sparring, this was a clubbing,” the redhead replied bluntly. “Anyway. My opinion of that nutcase aside. I’m taking you off-duty for 72 hours. You are to rest. Absolutely nothing remotely resembling strenuous physical activity. No gym. No holodecks. Find a good book or several. Meditate if that helps. But I want to check you over again before you return to duty.”
“Yes doctor.” The Security officer was looking straight ahead.
Beka stepped away from the bed and briefed the nurse on the medication that would need to be dispensed. She’d just finished when she caught sight of Robin frantically waving her over.
As the doctor approached she managed to quickly get the gist of what was going on. An injured officer, Ensign K’Deela. Almost certainly combat-related. Beka looked up the incoming woman’s file on the PADD she held, parallel-processing what she read along with Robin’s instructions as the medical team moved to the bed to receive the casualty.
“Doctor Sydesh,” Star called, moving alongside Beka as the team snapped into motion. “I’ll monitor her vitals and fluid levels. If she crashes before we get the synthesized blood--” she exhaled sharply, “--we’ll have to work with volume expanders and pray we don’t hit rejection.”
“Let’s hope we don’t get that far,” Sydesh replied. “Once we get her in, priority is to stop the bleeding and buy Hernandez some time. I may need your help on that.”
The redhead rolled her sleeves up, scrubbed in and braced as the patient appeared.
"Star, Sydesh, you're up."
Robin didn’t need to tell Beka that, but the redhead turned and nodded.
“I got her,” she said confidently. Confidence was something that the emergency specialist was not lacking, and now she had to prove that it wasn’t misplaced.
Beka assessed the patient quickly. The arm was an obvious source of blood loss, but much more serious was the deep chest injury that still had pieces of armour embedded in it.
“OK. Star, get that arm sorted out please,” Sydesh said. “Save it if you can, amputate if you can’t. The arm would be a temporary loss, her life won’t be.” The redhead had already carried out so many limb replacement surgeries that she had a paper half-written on the subject. “The priority has to be stopping the bleeding. I’m going in after the chest wound. I have to get that armour out and the blood vessels closed up. Tell Hernandez I’ll give him a blowjob if he gets that blood in here faster.”
Beka’s irreverence was nothing new - there weren’t many medics left in Sickbay who hadn’t done a double-take at something grossly inappropriate coming out of the redhead’s mouth. Despite it all she seemed eerily calm as she went to work.
A few slices of the laser scalpel cleared most of the armour away from K’Deela’s chest, leaving just the embedded pieces. One by one, working with a speed and dexterity that came from constant practice, Sydesh gently pulled those pieces clear and rapidly sealed the wounds, starting with the Ghe’kha lung. She just had to hope she was moving quickly enough.
== Let’s do some doctoring!
GM input please - is Sydesh able to make progress sealing the wounds? Is it helping? ==