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CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Doctors, Nurses and Tequila Oh My==
===by [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]===
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SD: 2260.160
MD: -6.1430
Scene: Sickbay, USS HOOD
The doors to sickbay parted and Corbett rushed in with the Trauma Team.
"Where's the surgical nurse. I want this man prepped and ready in five
minutes." He shouted.
"Excuse me Cowboy, but you don't come in here shouting orders." A
middle-aged woman with Lieutenant Commander stripes on her sleeves
barked back at him.
"Jimmy you and Frank get him over to the surgical ward and I'll follow
in a minute." Corbett said to his medics, ignoring the woman.
"You will do no such thing until that patient is properly triaged. I am
Lt. Commander Rachel Grey, the Chief Nurse and I'm telling you we will
follow Star Fleet procedure.
"Look darling, I don't care if you are the house mother. This patient
is heading into surgery immediately." Corbett said his drawl thick and
menacing. Turning to his medics he yelled "Move now."
"I'm calling security." She yelled at him as she headed to the duty
stations comm. unit. "Sickbay to security."
"Doctor Corbett he's coming around." One of the medics shouted from the
other room.
"Damn it. Get an Alpha wave inducer, keep him unconscious and get him
into the steri-field. I'll be right there." Corbett shouted back.
["Security here."] The voice over the comm. said.
The Chief Nurse hit the com button "Never mind," she said, anger and
frustration in her voice. Turning back to Corbett she hissed. "We'll
discuss this later doctor."
"Yes mother I suspect we will." He replied pushing his hat toward the
back of his head and added. "In the meantime I'm gonna need some
vascular adhesive and synthetic skin for dermal grafting."
"Yes doctor." She answered. Corbett noticed she put a lot of emphasis on
the last word.
Scene: CMO's Office, USS HOOD
Three hours later
Surgical Report: Patient Tanner
Patient is a 24 y/o human male who presented with bilateral above the
wrist amputations secondary to warp core coolant exposure. Patient also
presented with bilateral fusion of all phylangees and the palmar surface
of both hands to the skin over the frontal aspect of the skull, zygoma
and mandibular regions, no orbital involvement noted.
Surgical  Procedures.
1. Bilateral resection to
distal 1/3 of both the radius and ulna were successful. All associated
vessels and nerves resected and vascular adhesive applied. No vessel
leakage noted.
2. Removal of phalangeal and palmar remnants successful, with moderate
facial tissue loss. Dermal grafting accomplished with synthetic tissue
applied in a split thickness mesh. Pressure dressing applied.
Treatment Course.
Patient is stable and has been placed on analgesics and broad spectrum
antibiotics post surgery. Cardiovascular functions are within normal
limits.
Patient will be measured and fitted for tritanium skeletal prosthesis
after which time a grafting procedure, with nerve, vessel and dermal
regeneration will occur. Given the extent of the patient's injuries I
expect there to be a loss of fine touch perception of approximately
15 - 25%, this is within acceptable Star Fleet parameters. Patient
should be eligible for light duty in four weeks with clearance following
physical therapy report.
Alternatively patient may be transferred to a Star Base Medical facility
for this procedure and rehabilitation.
Stile Corbett, MD
Corbett finished the dictation and stretched, the weariness of the day
finally getting to him. Looking around his office he realized how stark
it was. The place needed a plant and some artwork on the walls, that was
for sure.
"Well at least they delivered my trunk." He said to himself as he saw the
large throwback from another era sitting in the corner of the room. He
stood to walk over to the trunk when the chime to his office door went
off.
"Come in" He shouted.
The Chief Nurse entered his office a scowl on her face. "Cowboy I think
it's time we had that talk."
"Well Mother if you and me are gonna have it out do you mind if I have a
drink first."
"If you must," she said then added. "I will not be treated with disrespect
by you or anyone in this department. Do I make myself clear?"
"Ma'am, I am sorry we got off on the wrong foot." Corbett said pulling out
two small glasses and a bottle of tequila from his trunk and putting them
on the desk. "But patients come first, egos second. That boy needed
immediate surgery and didn't need to be stopped at the door to have his
ticket punched by you."
"I didn't ask for a glass." She said looking down at the second glass he
had placed on the desk.
"Well I didn't figure you for a bottle swigger, but be my guest." He said
handing over the uncapped bottle to her.
She gave him a sharp look, but didn't hesitate for a second as she took
the bottle from him and upended it for a long pull. Gasping a bit she put
the bottle down. "Damn that's good."
"Ought to be, it's the best Mexico has to offer." He said taking a long
pull himself. "I do like a woman who knows her tequila."
"I should, I grew up in San Jose." She said taking another pull from the
bottle then added. "I didn't know you were our new doctor, I just thought
you were some wack job with a Cowboy hat trying to push his way on through."
"I get that a lot." He said taking another long pull from the bottle. "I'm
really just a simple country doctor seeing what life is like out among the
stars."
"Don't try and charm me, I'm a bit old for that sort of thing. Besides I
know all about your record."
"Oh do tell, it seems to grow with each iteration." He said smiling.
"You are egotistical, misogynistic, and a discipline problem." She chided
"Well I can't say you are inaccurate, but you left out impish and whimsical."
He added taking another pull and passing the bottle back to her.
"I watched you perform surgery today and you were excellent. Though why you
insist on wearing that damn hat I don't know. I also heard about what you did
in Engineering, so I have to say I think you belong here."
"So where does that leave us?" He asked.
"Half a bottle down," she said passing it back. "You show me respect and I
won't phaser you while you're asleep OK."
"I thank you kindly for that." He said smiling. "You know I'm only a problem
when someone's life or limb is at stake otherwise I just a big ole cowboy hat
wearing softie."
"Yeah well I think maybe we both were at fault today." She said grudgingly.
"I agree, not because I'm afraid of getting phasered in my sleep mind ya." He
said winking.
"Well good. I thought you should also know that the other crewman, Pethukov
is recovering well. Dr. Kavlin said that his right hand is going to need
major reconstruction and he will probably consult with you tomorrow."
"I figured as much. He'll go through a procedure similar to what I prescribed
for Tanner. If I can get away with preserving his middle finger and the
carpal connection to the radius I think that will save him some regeneration
time."
"I better get moving." She said then reached for the bottle. "Oh what the
hell, one more for the road."
Corbett watched her take a last drink and head for the door. "Mother, I think
this is the start of a beautiful friendship."
"Good night Cowboy." She said giggling as she left.
Corbett sat back down glad that he had come to an understanding with his head
nurse. It was never good to have the nurses against you it was just plain bad
medicine. Yawning he heard the door chime go off again.
"It's open." He said stifling another yawn.
Corbett watched the door slide open and Captain Steele enter the office.
"Captain Jack Steele, always an honor to host our commanding officer. Please
have a seat sar." He said motioning to one of the chairs in front of his
desk. Corbett realized he still had the half empty bottle of tequila and two
glasses on the desk. He also saw the that the Captain had noticed too.
"May I pour you a glass sar." Corbett said smoothly not missing a beat as he
picked up the Tequila bottle. "Where I come from it is unseemly for gentlemen
to carry on a conversation at this hour without a small libation."
<Tag Andy>
<<<NRPG>>>
All I thought it would be easier to tie everything up in a post surgical
report rather than hours of tedious surgery. I am sorry if the post is
tedious and boring when it comes to the medical stuff. Also I took the
approach of a metal skeletal prosthesis that would act as a scaffolding for
regenerated tissue, vessels and nerves, it seemed like a nice happy medium.
I also wanted to bring in Mother the head nurse who will have a recurrent role
in my posts. She's my Christine Chapel.
Andy I set it up for us to talk. Hard to deny being a bootlegger with a bottle
in front of me. Just remember Corbett keeps a pistol in his boot and like any
good moonshiner he doesn't cotton to revenuers.
Respectfully Submitted,
Steve Apple
Dr. Stile Corbett,
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS
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