[USS Athena] Re: "Is This Hartanna?"
- From: T'Shana Tubed <antediluvian2370@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: ussathena@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2010 00:00:01 -0700 (PDT)
Uh oh... dum dum duuuummm.
So, now Noah gets the eternal gratitude of the Admiral and his beloved
daughter's hand in marriage. ::smirks::
And she's quite a handsome woman, Noah.
::snickers::
T'Shana
"Knowledge becomes wisdom only after it has been put to practical use."
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From: Noah Fyrstk <ensnoahfyrstk@xxxxxxx>
To: ussathena@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent: Tue, August 10, 2010 10:10:39 PM
Subject: [USS Athena] "Is This Hartanna?"
ON
The more serious patients, from the Starzen cruiser, started to materialize
in Athena's sick bay. They had first been sent to the triage area, assessed,
then beamed directly to sick bay, if needed. The EMH had been activated and
was
assisting Noah.
Noah's current patient was a young male. Noah thought he couldn't have
been
more than seventeen Terran years, but he was still learning about their
physiology. The lad had been close to the initial blast hit. He had taken
shrapnel to the abdomen and the right leg. The shrapnel in his abdomen was
close to slicing open vial organs. Noah went right to work.
About thirty minutes into his work on the boy, Noah heard some comotion
from
out in the general treatment area of sick bay. He heard one of the nurses
trying to calm whomever was making all the noise, but she wasn't having any
luck. Noah checked the kid and saw he was stable, so he stuck his head out to
see what was going on.
"But I need to find him," a Starzen officer was complaining. "You don't
understand."
"I understand perfectly," Lt. Ganges said to the officer. "But what you
have to understand is we have some very critical patients. The doctors are
doing the best they can."
"What's the problem, nurse," Noah asked, approaching the two.
"I am Leftenant Grangu, the medical officer aboard Cruiser 88," the Starzen
officer said immediately. "I am searching for one of my crew, a young one."
"Injuries to the abdomen, and leg?" Noah asked.
"Yes! Have you seen him? Is he... okay?"
"Come this way," Noah told the Grangu. He turned and led the medical
officer back to the area where he had been working.
"He was one of the ones I could get to," Grangu told Noah. "We had a hull
breach and lost some, but I was able to get him behind the safety doors. I'm
still confused how we got over here, on this ship, though. I tried my best to
stop the bleeding in his stomach. I know there is a lot of shrapnel in there,
and he'll more than likely lose the leg."
Noah stepped into the treatment area. Grangu right behind him. Grangu
looked at the boy's exposed leg. At least he was expecting to see the large
gash, at most he was expecting to see that the leg had been amputated. Instead
there was a large red mark on the boy's leg. He looked to the abdomen. which
Noah had mostly closed.
"Wait... wha...," Grangu said, obviously confused. "Is... is he alive?"
"Oh, yes. Quahte alahve," Noah said, picking up the laser fuser. He laid
a
small sheet of pinkish material over the remaining opening of the lad's
stomach,
and clicked on the fuser. Grangu watched in amazement as Noah closed up the
wound. The area over the abdomen was now a reddish color. Noah picked up the
dermal regenerator and started running it over the patched area.
"We have all died, right?" Grangu asked. "We've moved on to Hartanna,,
right?"
"Ah certainly hope not," Noah said with a chuckle. "Cause if you are, that
means Ah am too, and that would REALLY tick me off."
"But.... I don't understand how we got here," Grangu muttered. "One moment
we're in the dark, our air almost gone, and then .... we're in a brightly lit
triage area. And then I saw Sian, here disappear."
"It's called technology," Noah told him. He adjusted the hypo-spray, and
injected the boy in the side of the neck. A moment later, the lad opened his
eyes. He looked to Grangu, then to Noah, the slightly green skin, and pointed
ears seemed to worry him.
"Leftenant," the boy said. He didn't take his eyes off Noah. "Where are
we?"
"Sian, is it?" Noah asked taking the initiative. The boy nodded. "Ah'm
Dr.
Noah Fyrstk, and y'all are aboard the U.S.S. Athena, and you are very much
alahve. Now, you were serioudly injured. Ah've repaired the damage, and ya'll
be sore for the next day or so. After that... good as new."
Sian looked from Noah back to Grangu. Grangu could only offer a small
smile, showing he was just as confused.
"Y'all can thank Admiral Detalya as well," Noah told them. "If he hadn't
given me an opportunity to do a quick study on your physiology, mah job would
have been twahce as hard."
Again, Sian and Grangu exchanged confused glances. Finally, Grangu spoke
up. "That is quite ironic, Doc. This lad, here is Crewman 1st-class Sian
Detalya. The admiral's son."
OFF
Dr. Noah Fyrstk
Chief Medical Officer
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