RP Log: First, Do No Haram
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- General Ward - Stardrive <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
- The general ward of the stardrive medical complex is much smaller than its counterparts aboard the vessel. There are five biobeds available, and five stations equipped with all the medical tools and equipment needed to see to the medical needs of any injuries. The walls and bulkheads are a dark titanium colour, with vertical inlays every meter of a dark burgundy colour matching the carpeting. The carpeting down the center of the corridor is dark burgundy with a light pewter-coloured outer edge. Recessed lighting in the ceiling and along the floor boards provides slightly muted illumination, adjusting in colour as the alert status of the vessel changes.
Counselor Telula steps into the General Ward after getting one of the operating rooms prepared for a Romulan patient. As soon as she arrives, she frowns. "Why is it so cold?" she asks, not directing the question to anyone in particular. Perhaps the patient might have requested it? Who knows!
Sawyer steps in from the other side and blanches. "Jesus christ it's cold." He notices the other people who appear chilly, and his eyes drop to his patient, who must be freezing. "Computer. EMergency ambient temperature reset, this compartment, to ... 25 degrees C, accelerated temp reset." As the computer starts to adjust the temperature, he says. "Computer, report on environmental malfunction, or who ordered the damned reset and when."
Miriella stares as she listens to the computer explain why the room was so cold, that Ensign Ramirez manually adjusted the ambient temperature to 10C and then requested a lockout to prevent changes by non-Federation personnel. Her mouth hangs open in disbelief as she turns to look at Sawyer to get a sense of his reaction, too. "I am so sorry," she exclaims, moving quickly to Haram's bedside.
Haram says, "I expected some discomfort, but as far as torture goes, you have much to learn."
Your telepathic ability allows you to hear Sawyer's thoughts, "That mother fucking son of a bitch"
The blood drops out of Sawyer's face. For a moment, he is speechless, apploplectic with shock and growing anger. He looks at Telula. "I want him relieved of duty on medical grounds pending someone evaluating him to make sure he hasn't lost his ever f ... lovin' mind. I could do it on my own, but you're deputy CMO. You agree?" He asks quietly. He walks over to the Riov. "Captain. I don't make no excuse for the man hat did that. It wasn't my orders and we will be having words. It's about time to take you into surgery."
Miri exhales audibly, eyes unfocused as she processes this turn of events. She doesn't answer Sawyer at first. "Why would he do that..." she can be heard asking herself. She turns to face the Romulan in the bed. "Did you ask him to lower the temperature?" Miri asks. Her tone suggests hope, as though there's an answer here she'd really, really prefer over the other.
Haram looks at you both, trying to decide something, "You can stop the charade. I have no doubt your junior officer was operating under orders. I expect I won't wake up from this 'operation', so get on with it."
- Operating Room One - Stardrive <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
- The operating theatre can handle one patient at a time, and is usually reserved for emergency surgeries. It is equipped with a specially designed operating table capable of diagnosing a patients condition down to the tiniest detail. Multiple specially designed tools are also built into the table to assist the doctor with delicate procedures.
Sawyer gets the Romulan situated on the biobed and orders general anasthesia, calculated for her race, body mass, and so forth. He waits for the BP and other readings to settle. He touches your arm and draws you off to the side while the anesthetist works. He speaks quietly, just for you. "Miri, before we start, I know there's a lot going on, but before anything else, I just want you to know, I don't mean to make ya uncofmrtable. I know I'm not the CMO here even if I was once. I don't mean to make ya feel awkward, and I'm glad I can help."
Miri takes a breath, watching the anesthetist do their work with the Romulan patient. She's already had a lot on her mind and this development just adds more to an already full plate. "I can't believe he did that to her," Miri whispers, shaking her head. Whatever Sawyer's talking about right now seems so inconsequential. She manages to catch the tail end of it. "What?" she manages to blurt out. I'm glad you can help, too." Miri shakes her head and takes a breath. "Sorry," she adds.
Sawyer squeezes your shoulder gently and gets you to look at him. "Ok, everything else can wait now," he says quietly but intently. "Let's tend to our patient now. You ready, doctor?"
Your empathic abilities sense "Sawyer is deliberatly banishing the rest of his concerns, his anger, not in the way a telepath would, but after the manner of a trained physician. All that matters to him now is the woman on the table. All else is now secondary." from Sawyer.
Counselor Telula takes a loud, heavy breath, hesitates a beat, and nods. "Yes. Are you, doctor?" she asks, looking up at him with steeled eyes.
Sawyer smiles and walks over to the table. Putting his hands and arms in the sterilizer field, he looks over the readings. "We're gonna start with that collapsed lung. We need to open her up and regnerate the avieler tissues and reinflate the sack."
Miriella follows in turn. She can be heard exhaling another lungful of distress on her way over, but once she reaches the sterilizer field, those feelings are cast aside to be handled later. She moves her hands and forearms into the field and nods. "Understood," she says, leaning in to generate the sterile field surrounding the biobed. As soon as it's active, Miri moves her hand across the controls and activates a stasis field around the thorax. "Localized stasis field is active," she confirms, checking the readout. "Metabolic process has been slowed."
Sawyer nods. "I concur." His southern accent is a bit less, not much, but a bit less, when he's on the line. "Nurse Smith, give me a number 2 please. Thank ya." He insizes, pealing back skin, muscles, spreading ribs with a tractor-type device. A sterilizer clears away the excess green blood. "There we are. That's our business," he says, gesturing to the collapsed lung, now visible to the nakedeye.
As Doctor Sawyer makes the initial incision, Miri watches carefully, eyes peeled for signs of a... "Tension pneumothorax," she confirms. "We need to decompress immediately. Pneumatic decompression port, please," Miri requests, holding her hand out so a nurse can give her the cylindrical tool. She nods and turns back to their shared patient. "Breaching the pleural cavity..." she mutters as she carefully inserts a microvalve with the pneumatic decompression port. A faint hiss is heard as the trapped air is released.
Lieutenant (jg) Telula utilizes the tools on Biobed (25532) to venting air under pressure from the pleural cavity.
Sawyer nods in respect at the procedure. "Starting alvielar regeneration and sack reinflation," he says at the right moment. He uses a deep tissue regenerator to rebuild and reconstitute damaged lung tissue. His eyes going from the tissue to the readings on the head hight displays, he starts the regeneration.
Lieutenant Commander Sawyer utilizes the tools on Biobed (25532) to regenerate damaged lunt tissue before reinflating the lung, slowly.
Miri watches the readouts change in real-time as Doctor Sawyer's deep tissue regenerator begins the most critical part of this surgery. Everything is looking good, but this is slow work and -- BWURP. A sound of protest comes from the deep tissue regenerator and the head-height displays fill with warnings. "Doctor," Miri announces as thick, green blood begins to surge. "The regenerator overstimulated a weakened vessel. We've got a pulmonary hemorrhage!" Though these two haven't worked together much, one of them is a telepath and, for that reason, her hands are ready. She holds out a nano-vascular nanite injector for Sawyer to take right as she leans in with a suction probe to remove the excess blood.
Your telepathic ability allows you to hear Sawyer's thoughts, "fuck me sideways, got to. images of what he's about to do, overlapping"
Sawyer takes the nanite injector, checks the calibration, and injects. Meanwhile, he is a hands on doctor, and he actually pinches off the worst part of the blood vessel while the nanites have the chance to knit and work.
Miri pulls back to give Sawyer some room to... pinch the blood vessel with his fingers. Both eyebrows hiked up in surprise, Miri turns back to the table and sets down the suction probe. As the operating room was already prepared for a Romulan patient, there's a plasma infusion of synthetic oxygen-rich blood, perfectly calibrated for a Romulan, waiting for her. She loads it into a hypospray injector and holds it out, handle first, for Sawyer to take next. No words exchanged.
Sawyer smiles, thinking that you knew he'd ask for that. Then, Of course! Telepaths. He's done surgery on Betazoids, but never with Betazoids. The smile becomes a half grin as he injects, getting back to his business. "Nanites are about done. I think we have a lung, DOctor."
Miri returns the smile right as the tool is taken from her hand. "I think you're right, Doctor," she replies, now grinning a little bit, too. She leans back to get a broader look at the biobed readings. "Pulmonary flow returning to baseline..." she mutters, interpreting the readouts. "...Vitals are looking good..."
"Think we can close up here and work on the more surface-level stuff. Ya wana close?" He extends his hand, this time, a dermal regenerator in it set to deep tissue.
Miri nods. "Sure," she agrees, accepting the dermal regenerator. She steps closer and activates the tool. Slowly, Miri traces a path along the incision. After completing an initial pass, she reduces the regenerator's beam for surface applications and traces over her previous work. "And...That just...about...does it. There," Miri announces. She sets the dermal regenerator down and picks up a hypospray injector that was set aside for the procedure. She checks the dosage and nods. "Administering 10ccs of tri-ox compound -- oxygen saturation support for the next twelve hours," Miri mutters as she injects the medicine.
Lieutenant (jg) Telula utilizes the tools on Biobed (25532) to close incision using a dermal regenerator and then administer tri-ox compound to assist in reoxygenation.
Sawyer looks over the other readings, one finger swiping along the pannel to bring them up. "The surface-level bruising is no problem, but look here, and here, and here." The biobed shows old patterns of scarred subderma, healings that didn't have the aid of regeneration, fractures that healed, but slightly off. "She was beaten on for years. She told me she was a prisoner there for over 3 years as best she can reckon it, and these injuries bear that out. Jem'Hadar trainees liked to beat up on her for practice."
Miri nods, eyes darting from 'here' to 'here' and then 'here.' She sighs softly. "That's terrible," she replies, shaking her head. "It's no wonder she doesn't trust us."
Sawyer nods. "And stunts like what Ramirez pulled didn't help," Sawyer says as he mends bruising and damaged derma. "I worked hard to get her to a point where she' even talk to me, and he pulled that shit. We don't do that, Miri. Not to patients, not to prisoners, and she's only one of those, and that's a patient. I'm gonna recommend he be charged."
Miri swallows a lump in her throat. "I don't know what he could have been thinking," she mutters, shaking her head slowly. She falls silent for a few moments, chewing on these difficult thoughts. "The hippocratic oath isn't a natural thought outside of our department," she suggests. "He may have only seen a potential enemy." Miri sighs mournfully and closes her eyes. "It's no excuse."
"No it isn't," Sawyer says. "We're not at war with the Romulan Empire." He loads a hypo. "Even if we were, you don't torture prisoners just the same. Captain Haram here isn't in custody so far as I know. But even if she were an uninjured prisoner, that kind of thing stretches the bounds of accepted interrogation practice and the right to remain silent. Finally, she is a patient, and she was injured and vulnerable at the time, which means that that was inexcusable, even by security types. Now this here?" He shows you the hypo, "a concentrate of the minerals and trace elements her body is short of right now. Just a boost for her until she can get back on a proper diet and routine." he injects.
Miri's brow knits into a concerned line. "Doctor Sawyer, why are you reminding me of these things?" she asks hesitantly. Then, a thought appears. "Do you think I would condone this?" she asks.
"Naw," he says. "You wouldn't." He knows that you and Ramirez are involved, and he thinks that is going o make this harder for you on more than one level, and the truth is, he wants you to understand, clearly and exactly, why he, Sawyer, is so upset. Besides which, he feels badly for you, and besides that, he thinks you're very good as a doctor. So many things to think. "Just wanted you o know where I'm comin' from. Well, what ya think. I think the captain here is ready for recovery. I'll give her a slow-actin' counter to the anaestheesia, let her sleep the rest off and wake up naturally. I'm thinking a full day under observation. Then, we'll see."
A frown remains on Miriella's face as she listens to everything Sawyer is saying, as well as everything he isn't. "I think you're right," she replies, barely above a whisper, regarding the patient's condition. "And..." Miri swallows. "...Ten cc's of time-release bicaridine for the pain, too. I'd rather that not be her first sensation after waking. Twenty cc's." She sighs sadly, turning towards the door.
Sawyer nods. "I think you're right on point," Sawyer says, making the injections and leaving the appropriate aftercare orders in the patient's chart. "We'll get the shift nurses to move her to recovery." He sterilizes one more time and steps back. "Not a bad days work. I'm prescribin' some rest. For us both. I'd be glad to write up the report. The ROmulans are probably gonna get it. If ya like?"
"Thank you," Counselor Telula replies, nodding at the offer to take care of the report. She waves her hands and arms through the sterilization field a couple of times and takes a few steps towards hte door. "I'm going to fill that prescription now," she answers softly. "And...wait for the fallout." Somehow, she manages a smile. "Excellent work, Doctor," she says. "I learned a lot." And, that's it. Miri doesn't even say goodbye before walking to the door and leaving through it once it opens for her.