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T'aral

The one with big eyes ...

Lieutenant Khole ran through the ship with the litter team racing the injured Nausicaan to the Medical bay. The paralyzer had stabilized him momentarily, but his system was weak. She needed to purge his body of the medication in favor of a suitable metabolic solution if they had a hope of keeping him alive. She uploaded her tricorder readings to the medical computer to get a synthesis developed while she cataloged his injuries.

 

Wide eyes took him in with a glance. "Thirty-seven varied injuries: twelve minor, four intermediate, ten severe, and one critical. Open surgical bay seven and have surgery teams two, four, and seven report immediately: anesthesiology team three to support." Her intention was dangerous to the patient, but less so than to have him wait for care. The Nausicaan would have three additional surgeons operating on him at once; each taking responsibility for stabilizing a separate section of his body. Khole, as lead medical officer, would be responsible for the knife.

 

The patient was swept into the surgical bay to be prepped and stabilized while Khole and the other surgeons entered the sterilization fields. As they masked, gowned, and stepped into the purification beams, they discussed the seriousness of the situation. One of the nurses winked at Khole. "Heck of a first day as CMO."

 

Khole nodded in reply. She had been lead medical officer before, but the crew was almost always on leave. She had never faced an issue such as this one. Yet Khole was a well-balanced soul; always one to mentally land on her feet, which was why T'Aral left her in charge. She was unshakable. "Working together, we should be able to clear the debris in a matter of minutes. After that it is simply a matter of sealing off his wounds sufficiently to allow him to recover. Do we have sufficient myomer prepared?"

 

Ensign Ellis chimed in over the intercom. "It's in the bay waiting for you: enough to knit yourself a whole new Nausicaan if you had to."

 

Khole looked to the others, smiling behind her mask. "It may well come to that." The blue light faded and a door to the surgery opened. "Colleagues - let us begin."

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