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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Coolant is Nasty Stuff==
===by [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]===
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HOOD:Coolant is Nasty Stuff
SD2260.157
Scene: Deck E: Captain's Ready Room, USS Hood
Corbett heard the command to enter and stepped through the door to present
himself to the Captain when the booming voice suddenly flooded the ship.
"Trauma Team to Main Engineering, I repeat Trauma Team to Main Engineering -
on the double!"
He was the Chief Surgeon and took that as his primary responsibility, the
Captain would have to wait. Without thinking he turned and was immediately
through the door. He remembered where the turbo lift was located on this deck
and headed in that direction. Halfway to the lift he wondered how in the hell he
was going to find Main Engineering. He could ask someone, but that would take
time, time he knew he didn't have. In his moment of hesitancy he saw the
Captain come up from behind and followed him into the lift.
The man was tense and didn't talk, which Corbett thought spoke volumes for the
concern he had for his crew. It took only a moment to reach Main Engineering and
a scene of minor chaos.
Scene: Main Engineering, USS Hood
“Sawbones comin through.” Corbett said in his thick Texas drawl as he exited
the lift and headed over to the first man he saw lying on the deck, pushing the
hovering crew out of his way as he went.
The man was lying supine his hands were gone, now only stumps. Corbett saw that
there was something covering the man’s face and realized it was what remained
of his hands, fused in place by the warp core coolant. Corbett acted immediately
and felt for a pulse. It was weak and thready and the man’s respirations were
shallow.
“Somebody throw me an emergency med-kit and get some thermal blankets over
here now!” He shouted.
Carefully he probed what remained of the severed hands seeing just how adhered
they were to the crewman’s face. They would have to stay in place for the
moment until he could stabilize the man and get him into surgery. Thank God the
coolant had cauterized the stumps, or the loss of blood would have killed him,
he thought.
“You!” Corbett shouted to the crewman standing nearest him. “Get over here
and kneel down, I want your knees touching the floor.”
The man hesitated a moment not sure why Corbett was shouting at him. “Damn it
man do as I say!” Corbett yelled as he pulled on one of the legs of the
man’s coverall forcing him into the position he wanted.
“Put his feet in your lap and keep them there.” Corbett said getting the
injured man’s legs elevated. “Where’s that med-kit!” He shouted again
and someone thrust it into his hands.
Quickly he drew up 2.5mg of Cordrazine and injected the man. The dose was large
enough to stimulate the man’s cardiovascular system, but still low enough to
keep him unconscious. Reaching up to the man’s neck he immediately felt that
the pulse had gotten stronger though it was irregular.
The man was still in shock and needed immediate surgery, but for the moment
Corbett had stabilized him. “Get those blankets on him and find out where the
hell the trauma team is!” He shouted to no one in particular. He made a note
that he was going to drill them in what rapid response meant when this was over.
Corbett headed over to the next man who was in a sitting position propped
against a large coolant pipe, cradling his hands. Corbett didn’t say anything
he just hit the man with 500mgs of Rexlin for the pain. Almost immediately the
man’s moaning ceased giving Corbett the chance to look over the burns.
The left hand was charred but intact. The right hand wasn’t so lucky. The
thumb and index finger had fused and melted into a useless lump of flesh. The
little finger and right third of the hand were missing; charred bone was all
that remained.
“Am I gonna be OK doc?” The man asked.
“I think it’s going to be awhile before you can go fly fishing again.”
Corbett said smiling.
“That’s ok I don’t fish.” The man said with a slight giggle. Obviously
the Rexlin had taken effect.
“Doc the trauma team is here.” Someone yelled over to him.
Corbett patted the man on the shoulder and went over to the team. “Who’s the
doctor on this team?” He demanded.
The four men with stretchers looked at each other until one finally spoke.
“We’re all corpsmen sir. We don’t have a doctor on the team.”
“Well that’s gonna change.” Corbett said frowning. “That man over
there,” he said pointing to the one propped against the coolant pipe.
“He’s in mild shock with partial thickness burns to the left hand and full
thickness burns to the right. Get him down to sickbay and have the on call
doctor treat him stat.
Corbett waited for one of the corpsmen to give him a nod and move over to the
injured crewman. “You two with me.” He said to the two remaining medics as
he walked back to the supine crewman.
Kneeling he felt again to make sure the man’s pulse was still strong. He could
have used the scanner, but trusted his own instincts more. “Let’s get him
loaded up. I want to keep him in Trendelenburg’s position and I want an
Infusion unit set up with volume expanders before we move.” He said then as an
important afterthought added. “Oh and don’t touch the hands stuck to his
face. Understand me?”
“Yes sir.” One of the corpsmen said drawing his hand back from the
crewman’s face.
“Good.” Was all Corbett mumbled as he headed to the wall with the Comm unit.
“Engineering to sickbay.”
“Sickbay here.” A woman answered
“Who am I talking with?” He asked.
“Lieutenant Dawson, the duty nurse. Who are you?” She asked a bit annoyed.
“This is Dr. Corbett, the Chief Surgeon; I’ll be down there in five minutes
with a patient who has bilateral above the wrist amputations. I need a surgical
unit and a nurse who knows how to use it, ready when I get there.”
“Yes doctor.” Dawson said her voice sounding a bit contrite.
“What’s his name?” Corbett asked facing away from the comm. unit.
“Tanner.” A stone faced Andorian said.
“Also Pull up Chief Tanner’s records." Corbett said facing back toward the
comm unit. "I want a unit of cross matched blood put on hold just in case.
Corbett out.”
“Let’s go” He yelled to the medics and headed for the Turbo lift.
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Hope I didn't get too boring with the medical stuff. Dave sorry I couldn't add
you, but the injuries didn't lend themselves to tagging you. I apologize and
will make sure to include you in the future. As for Scott a stone faced Andorian
was meant as a compliment. Andy if you come down to sickbay to check on the crew
and see a button you want to push... Don't.
Respectfully Submitted,
Steve Apple
Dr. Stile Corbett
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS
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