Medical Report ...

[T'aral 0]

T'Aral knelt down to the Captain, her face a picture of Vulcan passivity. The fact that their situation was grim would not be aided by emotional distractions.

 

"Commander Wesley, Leutenants Belo, Kvar, Haruno, and myself are reasonably uninjured. Leutenant Tauariki has suffered a minor head injury. Ensign Akade has a minor concussion. You are suffering the symptoms of Labrynthitis brought on by traumatic disruption of your left vestibular system. Leutenant MrKath is the worst injured of us, having suffered an AAN Grade IIIb concussion and a compound fracture of his left tibula.

 

"As the consensus is that we were struck with an EM pulse, radiation exposure is possible. I will be investigating that shortly, and may be administering hyronalin injections if needed or if my tests are inconclusive." T'Aral paused for a moment before continuing. "At the moment, Leutenant MrKath is our greatest concern. He is receiving neural stabilizer treatments. I am reluctant to administer trianoline, as conciousness would not be a benefit to him in his current state.

 

"I must recommend in the strongest terms allowable that we make return to the Commanche Creek our first priority. Leutenant MrKath requires extensive care urgently, and we are in a weakened condition should we encounter hostile natives. With your permission, I will share my recommendations with Commander Wesley."

 

She sincerely hoped that the Captain would take her words to heart. While an expansion splint was all good and well for the moment, MrKath needed proper medical care in the Creek Medical center to prevent complications. If they spent any amount of time on Epsilon Scorpii, T'Aral would be forced to make do with what she had ... which would not be preferable for anyone.

[Crash Calestorm 0]

Captain Calestorm had risen up, supporting herself on one elbow and turned onto her side to receive CMO TAral’s medical report. She listened intently, her hazel eyes focused and clear if a bit red from her vomiting spell.

 

Her jaw clenched at the listing of the injuries, simultaneously feeling mad and helpless as a CO that she couldn’t protect her squad. She forced herself to relax, as the action hurt her ear and it would do no good to get upset.

 

“Good job Lieutenant.”

 

She caught and held the Vulcan’s intent stare with her own and continued speaking, dropping her voice low. “I don’t presume to tell you how to do your job TAral, but I’d prefer that you administer to them--“ a vague hand gesture took in the critical Mrkath, and secondary triage tier Akade and Tauariki, “--before myself with what supplies you do have. I’m well off enough, and able to function as a stretcher bearer for the CAG.”

 

Crash tentatively adjusted her tall and lean frame into a sitting position, and spoke a little bit louder to the medical officer. “And, by all means report to the Ex Oh--” Calestorm paused and considered the next part of her statement.  

 

Bottom line, the captain was compromised. She could give orders, or map out a tactical plan in her head, and relay those orders or ideas well enough, sure. But, she did have a disruption in her ear that was causing minor vomiting and imbalance; what if she were in the middle of giving a critical order, and suddenly lost her perspective and/or cookies?

 

Hard charging forward, ‘through the pain’ so to speak and continuing to command was a good way to get them all real dead, real quick.

 

“—Commander Wesley is now in operational field command of this Away Team.”

[T'aral 0]

T'Aral looked at her commanding officer solemnly, nodding at her reply. "You are correct in all points except one: you are in no condition to assist in physical activity. At the current time we have sufficient crew members to carry our wounded, which consist of Lt. MrKath and yourself. You are correct to delegate command until your condition improves; but you must allow yourself to heal if you expect to improve."

 

That statement contained the lion's share of T'Aral's calm when it came to uncooperative patients. She had no desire to get into a battle of wills with her Captain, but she would if she had to. There was no question that care would be first provided to the others, but T'Aral was not as much of a medicating caregiver as her peers. Medicines put stress on a body; T'Aral preferred medicating only when necessary, and under very controlled conditions. This was neither.

 

Snapping open the tricorder, T'Aral began scanning for radiation poisoning among the crew. She would talk with the Commander shortly about their situation, and perhaps she could offer a solution or two.