Surgical Interventions

Posted on Sun Mar 20th, 2016 @ 1:21pm by Commander Angelica Fairchild & Commander Sinek & Lieutenant Commander Ethan Chaparral MD

Mission: Talosian Perversions
Location: Sick Bay
Timeline: After Shuttle Thor's Return

Sinek was out of breath from sprinting to Sick Bay. Taking a second outside to catch his breath, the Vulcan approached the double doors, which whooshed open. Quickly entering Sick Bay, Sinek looked for Angel. To no surprise, his good friend the Doctor was by her biobed.

Approaching the biobed, Sinek saw the concern on both Angel and the Doctors faces. His own turned a pale yellow as the blood left his cheeks, expectant of bad news.

"Doctor," Sinek expressed, suppressing his fears. He had to be strong for Angel. "What is amiss?"

Angel knew that Ethan was working as fast as he could to determine how much damage had been done, but knowing that didn't make her feel any better. She wasn't sure how much of the pain she felt was soft tissue trauma and how much was broken bones; all she knew was she was starting to feel like everything hurt. On top of that she was dizzy, short of breath... and really, really sick to her stomach. If Ethan wasn't trying to run scans and do as much damage control as possible without surgery, she'd have curled up into a ball. "Ethan."

Before Ethan could respond, Sinek took Angel's hand. To him, the ankle looked repairable, he noticed the bruised forehead. Certainly, these weren't life threatening injuries. Sinek looked at the monitor for any clue as to what was happening. Was it an internal injury that he couldn't see? Glancing at the monitor, Sinek saw not one set of readings, but two. Sinek immediately understood the implications. Internal, indeed. Sinek was so humbled he had to take a seat.

Grateful that Sinek had joined her, Angel squeezed his hand gently, but she still needed to get Ethan's attention. She didn't feel like she was getting enough air to talk, so she tugged on Ethan's sleeve then pointed at the plastic basin a nurse had set down nearby, hoping he got the message.


Ethan had finished his scans by that time. He was both relieved that the injuries were mostly superficial, but surprised by the life signs he saw inside Angel. He was about to inform the two, at lest Sinek, since he had an idea that Angel either know or suspected. But, one glance a Sinek's face and i was clear that he had put two and together. "Well, I think you've already figured out the first piece of good news, or I hope it's good news.

"But first, there is some bad news."She has a concussion, and a fracture. She also has two broken ribs and a broken left femur and a shattered collarbone. Those injuries, while painful are treatable and in the long run, not much of an issue. What is a concern however is her internal bleeding. I may have to go in and operate, something I don' want to do if I don't have to. It could endanger, both her and the baby."

The look on Sinek's face was somber for a Vulcan. The blood was drained from his face, giving it a pale yellow hue. He was finding it difficult to regulate his blood flow and breathing. Is this the price of love? Pain from within? For the first time in his life, Sinek was experiencing what humans would call the down side of love.

He wish the decision was not his to make. It came so logical to Sinek that Angel was the most important person in his life. He knew she was his choice. But the child within her was theirs, a combining of their chromosomes, a true symbol of their love for each other. Yet, he knew his choice. To him, it was logical.

"If both cannot be saved, Doctor," Sinek heard his tedious voice pronounce (For some reason, it sounded so distant and cold), "do everything you can do to save Angel." He clasped on to her hand as if his life was hanging in the balance.

"I'll do my best to save both, "Ethan promised, but I will save the mother if it comes down that choice."

"You are a friend, Doctor," Sinek expressed, now looking only at Angel. "My trust is in you."

Angel nodded slightly. All that made sense, and if the baby was an embryo there would be no saving it if she died. It was good, solid logic. Now if she could just get someone to hand her that damned basin! No sooner had she thought about it, a passing nurse noticed and picked the plastic tub up, setting it in Angel's lap and disappearing momentarily. She reappeared even before Angel had an opportunity to use the basin at all, quickly pressing a series of three hyposprays against Angel's arm.

"Zofran for the nausea, morphenolog for the pain, and tri-ox because my goodness you were straining to breathe." The nurse's tone was light and cheery despite the obvious 'bad' readings. "Now just try to relax."

Angel nodded again, not saying anything. She wasn't feeling much better, other than the urgent need to throw up fading away.

The arc on the biobed was not quite accurate enough to find the source of the internal bleeding and when Ethan used the tricorder, his worst fears were confirmed, there were multiple sources for the bleeding, at least three and possibly four and Ethan was going to be forced to perform surgery, despite the risks involved.

"Sinek, I'm going to have to ask you to step away. Everyone else clear the area, I'm going to have to operate."

"I am a Scientist, Doctor," came Sinek's uniform voice, while staring into Angel's face. "I wish to observe."

Ethan paused only a moment before replying,"Fine, but you're going to have to scrub in and you're going to have to wear a mask."

Sinek squeezed Angel's hand as he replied, "I understand." Leaving go of her hand, Sinek went to put on scrubs, footies, mask, and gloves. He returned as quickly as he could to hold Angel's hand while allowing the Doctor room to work.

"Angel," Ethan said, "I'm going to put you under now, so I can operate. You're going to be okay. You have any questions for me now?"

Angel shook her head slightly, then realized that might be taken as resisting the surgery she needed in order to keep living. "No... no questions." She paused for a moment to catch her breath, squeezing Sinek's hand again. "Just... give me the good stuff, okay?" She knew that the morphenolog she'd already been given was already pretty heavy-duty, but it wasn't doing much to ease her breathing. Or the pain for that matter.

"Don't worry," Ethan said, "I always give out the good stuff. You're going to be completely under. Just trust me." He then began prepping for the surgery.