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Leg Chopped Off

Posted on Wed Mar 14th, 2018 @ 2:47am by Emergency Medical Hologram (Adam Power) Mk X & Lieutenant Marci Ulfred & Chief Warrant Officer Daytona Ral
Edited on on Wed Mar 14th, 2018 @ 2:48am

Mission: When Iconians Deserve to Die
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: Current

A couple of corpsmen brought Daytona Ral into Sickbay on an anti-grav stretcher. The lower left leg of his pants had been cut off. The lower leg itself was a mess. A rush job had been done on the leg and it was turning a sickening combination of colors from lack of circulation. His leg had been closed but, but they had nothing to put the bones back together with and even if they did, they couldn't have gotten it all. A sharp end of a broken bone had re-opened a wound from the inside and was protruding. The wound was bleeding badly.

"Marci!" one of the corpsmen shouted. "We need you and the EMH right fucking now, ma'am!"

"Computer!" the other corpsman said. "Activate Emergency Medical Hologram!"

Marci was getting frazzled. With the crew trickling back onto the ship, they'd had a lot of medical emergencies. They didn't have the medical staff to support this kind of activity. She knocked back the rest of the protein shake she'd replicated, shoved the glass into the replicator, and bounded over to the corpsmen bring Daytona in. He was in bad shape. She didn't have to scan him to know that. "Get him to trauma suite one!"

"And I'm already active and treating three patients! Seriously, the next time you lose a chief medical officer, try not to let them get inverted by some alien transporter." The EMH gave a hypo to a crewman and moved on to another one without even pausing. "Honestly, this ship is cursed in some ways. Maybe if you clone my program..."

The crewman the EMH was prodding on piped up, interrupting that thought. "We'd get the treatment we'd need, but at the cost of yer lack of bedside manner. Sorry doc, but as much as I like ya... I wouldn't have a drink with ya..."

The EMH was slightly miffed at that comment but was reluctant to concede. "Yes, well... You can blame Starfleet for that... They expected me to only be used in emergencies where bedside manner is less important and efficiency is paramount." With that, he finished up with a quick and dirty shoulder relocation and gave that crewman a hypo, then began running a tool over the shoulder. "By the way... That will hurt..."

"I am well aware of how many patients you are treating, but they're not critical. This man is, and I need you in trauma one stat!" Marci realized after saying it that she was probably out of line, but she didn't care. She'd have shouted the same thing at a biological doctor too. Not waiting for the EMH to reply, she ushered the corpsmen and Daytona into trauma suite one and helped them put him on the exam table. She knew from looking that the leg would never heal. There was too much damage and infection had already set in. And it was obviously painful, so she grabbed some morphenolog off the nearby supply/medical cart and gave Daytona a dose of it before she set about cutting the uniform pant leg off and peeling it away.

"Yes well..." The EMH set aside his current tools and followed Marci. "Do you prefer I help amputate that or prep a tank to start growing a biosynthetic graft to replace it?"

Performing actual surgery was outside her scope of practice, and Marci suspected the EMH knew that. She didn't know why he had asked. "I know how to prep the tank. I need you for the cutting part."

"Then you prep the tank while I amputate. Mister Ral... You won't feel a thing, will you?" Picking up a laser scalpel and adjusting the length to an insane length, the EMH stared at it rather seriously. "...But I'm told ghost touches can be disconcerting."

Already working on setting up the tank, Marci rolled her eyes and suppressed a groan at the EMH's odd remarks. She had to remind herself that he had basically been running non-stop since the loss of the chief medical officer... and that she would probably find that hilarious once she'd had time to unwind. "At least give him propofol first," she suggested. She had fentanyl ready too if they ended up needing it, but she hoped just the propofol would be enough.

The EMH then proceeded to ensure Daytona would remain asleep for the duration with proper anesthesia and began the amputation with a few scans and a medical grade force field stasis clamp designed for such things. Then with a few deft incisions and a quick cap on the clamp, the procedure was over. He then injected Daytona with a mixture of mild anticoagulants and antibiotics as a safety precaution. "There. The patient is stable and the offending limb has been removed. I would normally recommend follow up to check for further infection before the new leg is attached... But considering our lack of available technical expertise other than us... I'll do it when I perform that surgery as well. For now, as the replacement limb will take a while to grow I will leave it to you whether he spends the time awake or asleep. He will need to eat though, so that may be a consideration. In the meantime, do you prefer that I return to assisting other patients or should I assist you with the biosynthetic limb?"

Thankfully, it had been quick. Marci felt like she could breathe again. "I'll stay with him and monitor the cloning chamber. When the propofol wears off, I'll feed him. If he feels up to it, anyway. Please... go see who else is waiting." After a moment, she added, "And call if you need me. I can set the biobed to alarm if his condition changes."

The EMH paused on his way back out of the trauma ward. "Indeed... Limb removal is simple. Putting a new one on... Well... You'll be thankful I'm holographic and can't get tired. I just hope we'll have a few more nurses soon to help you and to rotate out so you can get some rest. I'll be treating other patients if you need me."

 

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