Medic!

Posted on Sat Feb 17th, 2024 @ 8:18pm by Lieutenant JG Gwenwyn Marwol & Lieutenant Xex Wang

Mission: Stardust and Sin
Location: Hukatuse Tugamik Infirmary
Timeline: Mission Day 2 at 2039

[Outside the Infirmary]
[Hukatuse Tugamik]
[MD 2: 2039, immediately following 'Butch and Sundance']

"...you are the surgeon, last I checked, " Xex snapped, his normally boundless patience strained by the dire straits in which he found his crewmate. "You can see as plain as I can what needs to be done; and last I checked, there isn't the first Starfleet medical board here. Infection is the least of Timmoz's worries right now."
Xex's hands flexed, as though he wanted to physically place Gwenwyn's on the grievous wounds in the Orion's torso, but he managed to control the impulse. "I don't want to hear another word, Gwenwyn," he continued, "Do it." Xex let the steel in his voice do the heavy lifting for him, forbearing to add aloud the final 'that's an order.'

Gwenwyn was brighter than a star, this was all he wanted, a last surgical operation. Xex was right, he knew exactly what was wrong and how to fix Timmoz. Taking his jacket and flinging it onto the end of the gravgurney. "Find a vain and hook in the nero invariance unit," He commanded while examining the wounds that were before him. "I can stabilise him long enough but I should be able to perform with minimal scaring and rehab."

“Good,” Xex said, though absolutely nothing about the situation was good. Timmoz remained unconscious-- thank the stars-- on the gravgurney, around which they were now clustered just outside the infirmary's well-labeled door. A small crowd was beginning to gather, drawn by the intense voices and of course, the sinister splash of dark blood. It never fails, Xex thought cynically, where there is injury, there is interest. Xex glanced uncomfortably at the growing press of people and then resolutely returned his attention to the running diagnostic his tricorder was giving him, from where they'd rigged it on the gurney. While Doctor Zamaya had managed to utilize some very concentrated stasis fields on Timmoz's injuries to stabilize him somewhat, those diagnostics told Xex that the Orion's own two-way heart was working against them, and what stasis they had achieved would not last long. Timmoz was already crashing again.

“Doctor,” Xex said to the Vidiian in a rush. “Your help will not be forgotten. Please,” he hesitated only a heartbeat to flick a glance over her grafted features, already regretting the lack of time he had to speak with her, a real live, in the flesh Vidiian doctor, and continued, “consider this a debt to be repaid.”

Zamaya's expression was difficult to read, but beneath the seriousness of a doctor concerned for a patient, Xex thought he could detect a certain wryness common to most medical professionals, as though to both dismiss the debt and tuck it away against further need. Regardless, she did not acknowledge it aloud. Instead, all she said was, “Good luck.” It sounded entirely genuine.

Not knowing how else to respond, Xex inclined his head in thanks. Activating his commbadge-- kept hidden away in a pocket until now-- he reflected that the idea of luck in the medical profession was both deeply offensive, and intricately entwined in everything they did. “We're ready,” was all he said into the comm, having already arranged for the emergency medical transport with the Sojourner's transporter tech. He once again sent silent thanks to all the unnamed stars there were that Commander t'Nai had managed to beg, extort, or otherwise wrangle transporter permission out of the station's Governor. They were going to make a big enough spectacle as it was; he didn't even want to imagine the attention they would have caught if they'd had to run headlong through the station with the gurney. Not to mention the effect it would have had on Timmoz's battle for his life. One last glance at his tricorder told Xex the battle wasn't going well even now and his hands tightened against the edge of the gurney. "Hold on," he murmured, and even he wasn't certain to whom he was speaking.

As a unit, he, Marwol, and the gravgurney with its guttering lifesign shimmered, and as their composite particles were taken apart, disappeared from Hukatuse Tugamik's corridors.

A post by:

Lieutenant Xex Wang
Chief Medical Officer

Lieutenant (JG) Gwenwyn Marwol
Assistant Chief Medical Officer

Lieutenant Timmoz
Chief Flight Controller