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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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