Triage Tango

Posted on Tue Sep 26th, 2017 @ 7:33pm by Caden Isaacks

Mission: Mission 4 - Combustion
Location: Deck 7, Sickbay
Timeline: MD 01 :: 03:08
904 words - 1.8 OF Standard Post Measure

Any new place had its own feel and sounds, and it took Bettina a few days to get used to those, so that she tended to, well, not really sleep lightly, but to be 'in tune' to the pulse. And having just come from a station, where the subtle drone of engines was a fact of existence, the 'white noise' here was a comfort.

She was sleeping well when something tickled at her brain, a brief rumble that didn't belong, and while it didn't wake her completely, it brought her closer to awareness so that when the yellow alert sounded she...

Well, in all honesty, it wasn't too pretty. Startled, disoriented, 'backwards' in her bunk, she first rolled into the bulkhead, the impact jarring her fully awake, then she managed to get tangled in the quilt and she tumbled to the floor, the hard landing cushioned by the quilt.

It took a few seconds to fight her way out, but at least the alert had turned on the lights so that when she gainer her feet she was able to quickly grab her clothes and pull them on. Her earlier explorations served her well, and she was able to go directly to Sickbay, her heart racing as she passed other crewmembers on their way to their own stations, some grimly silent, others muttering between themselves about what might be going on, or even whether this could be a drill.

No matter, she was required to respond, and while she prayed that this was indeed a drill, there was a tingling that warned her that something was truly amiss.

Stepping into Sickbay, she looked around, hoping someone would know what the problem was.

Nearby, the quietly grumpy field medic Caden Issacks seemed content glaring at the door, as if to wait for the 'Good Doctor Mott' to come striding through with a 'oh it was just an emergency,' or something equally as unimportant, and he could return himself to the research he had been working on. "... I bet someone sneezed on one of the older consoles to start this."

As if the Captain heard Caden's compliant his voice came over the tannoy announcing what the issue was "All hands to Damage control stations... Fire Deck 6, Converted Cargo Holds."

Bettina was in the process of stifling a giggle at the man's comment about sneezing on a console when the announcement came over the intercom.

Raising an eyebrow, she glanced at the other medic as her heart-rate spiked a bit. This was real! "So...do we go?" Already, she was reaching for one of the jump-kits and looking toward the door. Sickbay was for doctors and nurses, 'Stations' were for the field personnel, but she would follow Caden's lead, as she figured just about anyone here had more experience than she did!

Dr. Olsam Mott was many things. Most were a synonym of idiot. Birdbrain, blockhead, boob, buffoon, dimwit, dunce, fool, ignoramus, imbecile, lamebrain, moron, muttonhead, nitwit, numskull, oaf, simpleton, stupid, twit.... So on and so forth. He was also gluttonous, indulgent, and flippant. But he was not a bad doctor. In fact, far from it. Sickbay seemed to be the only place the man had any sense about him at all. So when he rushed through the doors, summoned by the ship's klaxon, he was all business. Or, rather, his own personal sort of business.

"I hope they didn't store the food there." That might not have been the most important thing at the moment, but it was the first thing Olsam said. Followed up by a snap of his fingers and a hurried gesture back toward the door, "Come on, get your medkits, let's go! The captain doesn't know port from starboard, much less the first thing about triage."

Caden rolled his eyes, jutting a thumb toward the rambling Bolian who barreled in. "Just follow his lead. And do what you do best. That's all they ever want out of the doctors around here." He pulled the strap of his own medkit over his head, deciding it best to wait for the new girl before they all headed toward the door.

Relieved to have someone of more rank (did that make the doctor 'ranker'?) here to take control and direct things, Bettina nodded and shouldered her kit, following after Mott, giving Caden a nod as she passed him. "Isn't that all anyone wants from anyone?" Especially in the midst of an emergency, although so far there were no reports of injuries, which suited her fine!

"Sometimes." Caden wiggled a hand back and forth in a 'kind of' motion. "Sometimes, they want us trained in other sorts of pressure situations. Like what happens if you think someone's gone off and gotten himself crushed by some old Cardassian console." He tossed his head in Mott's direction casually. "But I guess right now we're actually gonna be medical."

"Well," Bettina observed, "field medicine is just as much engineering, construction, demolition and innovation as it is medicine, right?" She shrugged. "After all, if you can't get to the patient, and can't get them free...well, you can't treat them..."

Indeed, the field crew had to be flexible, strong, creative and able to adjust quickly, but then, that was what made it interesting!

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Olsam Mott, M.D.
Ship's Doctor
SS Mary Rose

Caden Issacks
Field Medic
SS Mary Rose
[ NPC - Mahone ]

 

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