Time is of the Essence

[kyle_mele 0]

"Twenty milligrams Lectrazine."

 

The surgery was not going well. Twice the Lieutenant's heart had stopped altogether; twice she'd been resuscitated. Even now, her body was caught in convulsions that threatened her very life. Lectrazine, Mele hoped, would quell those, allowing him to continue the delicate work on one of her body's most vital organs.

 

Originally brought in for minor burns, it'd quickly become evident that Lieutenant Aross was suffering from major complications. Her previous condition involving heart weaker than normal, combined with the trauma her body had suffered from the hull breach and subsequent plasma burns - well, it all added up, and it didn't add up to a good combination for the Lieutenant.

 

Mele reached in a bit further, trying his best to reinforce weak walls, doing all he could to rebuild muscles that never were that strong to begin with. It seems fruitless. Tedious work, and the result was barely noticeable. He sighed, taking a small step away from the table. He glanced at the chronometer stationed on the wall, noting that even forty-three minutes into the operation, it seemed as though he could use that time twice over and still have work to do.

 

Her body gave another spasm. He waited a brief moment for it to relax away, then stepped back in to resume his work. This damned simulation, that damned Admiral, and his damned time limits set on things that should never be timed. How would he, in such a short time, rebuild the very muscle of her heart that was too weak to support her life-giving blood flow?

 

Admiral and his time tables aside, he was sure going to give it a try.

 

"Ten CCs alkysine."