Cassandra finished getting everything set to right in the sickbay and sat at her desk to rest for just a moment. She hadn't even really settled into her quarters yet, but that wasn't pressing at all. This sick bay would be needed before long she was sure. This was a dangerous operation, and there would be wounded and there would be casualties. She hated when she couldn't save someone, but she also knew her limits and accepted them.
She'd only been sitting for about five minutes when her communications badge informed her of injured civilians being transported to the ship. "Acknowledged," she replied and made her way to the transport loading dock along with two medics. She arrived before the transport thanks to rather long legs and a quick stride. She tapped her comm badge, "Status of patients," she requested.
A deep voice answered back, "Five patients. Two critical. One minor. One significant blood loss. One amputated left leg below the knee but stable."
She tapped her comm badge again and started giving instructions to the nurses and medics in sick bay. "Five beds Harrison, two isolation chambers Biggs, have transfusion cart at the ready Mason." She knew her crew was a good one, she trusted them to carry out her orders to the letter. The transport docked and she was inside as quickly as possible assessing the patients and scanning each. "Point...move the two stable patients to sick bay one and two," she instructed, "Graves...take this one to sick bay 3," she said of the blood loss victim. She didn't like the way that one looked. She made her way to where the one medic who had been on board the transport was located. He was with the two critical patients. He looked up and nodded, "Chest crushed by falling debris," he said nodding to the patient behind him. "Shrapnel shredding to the extremities and blunt force trauma to the head." He was working on the shrapnel patient and her brow lifted, "Performing surgery?" she asked calmly, "Ma'am, had no choice." He had cut the young woman open and relieved the pressure on her brain, likely saving her life. "Good work," she said as she moved to the chest patient who was gasping for every breath. She ran the scanner over him and when he reached up for her hand she smiled a comforting smile, "Relax," she said in a very calm voice that was full of compassion, "It will help you breathe if you relax." She tapped her hand to her comm again, "Engineering...Four to beam directly to sick bay..."
She didn't ask the medic if he wanted to come along, she was in her own way ordering him to do so. They were teleported directly to sick bay and ushered to sick bay 4 and 5. The isolation chamber was immediately put in place over the man who had sustained the chest injury. The air pressure inside the chamber made it easier for him to breath and after he was sedated, she went to work fixing his ribs, lungs and cracked sternum. He would be a while recovering but he would be fine.
She left sick bay 5 and went to 4. The medic was removing shrapnel as fast as he could while one of her nurses applied the sutures. She scanned the patient's brain functions and lifted her eyes to the medic, "You saved her life," she said succinctly as she began to repair the internal damage. She closed up the hole he'd made to save her and then started on the shrapnel picking with him. They soon were finished with her and she tipped her head to the medic, "Thank you. You may return to your ship If you so desire."
He nodded, "Thank you Sir," he said formally, "There are others. I will be back." He moved to leave and then stopped and turned back, "Lt. Marley Ma'am," he informed her, "report will eventually follow."
She lifted a brow and watched him leave. She went to the blood loss patient and scanned him. His nurse had given the proper blood but this man was losing blood as fast as he was getting it but not through any visible wound. She held the scanner over the man's heart and frowned. She moved the scanner to his brain and frowned again. He was lot going to make it. She wasn't fast enough to save him but she would try. She enclosed him in the isolation chamber and went to work. She would get one thing repaired and another would burst. His vessels were so weak and his blood pressure so high that she was fighting a losing battle and she knew it. She would not stop until he did though, so for hour after hour she continued. Sweat was dabbed from her brow finally the man flat lined. She attempted to revive him but in doing so another vessel to his heart ruptured. She closed her eyes and withdrew her hands from the chamber. "Time of death 02:00," she said as she left bay 3. She sunk into a chair and buried her hands in her hair. She was exhausted, but there were more patients to check on. She rose to her feet and looked at Lt. Mason, "See if you can find some identification."
The last two patients were stable and alert. The one woman had been extremely fortunate to have sustained only minor injuries that were already tended to, the one who'd lost his leg was alert but not in good spirits. She assured him that she had extensive knowledge of bio mechanics and that a new leg would be built and he would soon be back to his life. She had complete confidence in her abilities. They would take measurements and create a duplicate of his other leg and she would surgically attach it to his thigh and he would jog out of there.
