[Galaxy] Fwd: [meridian_nx06] [Meridian] 2161, Oct 24 - CMO Duty Log - Dr. Corbett

Mon Oct 24 14:24:39 PDT 2011

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~~Sickbay~~ 
“Stile she’s started  hemorrhaging and the autosutures are spent.” Beads 
of sweat poured down into  Harris’ face as he franticly tried to control the 
bleeding through direct  pressure. 
“Alright medical teams this  is what you’ve trained for,” Corbett yelled 
out as he made his way over to  Harris’ patient. “Old style hand sutures 
until we get the high tech ones back  on line. Nothing fancy, straight 
stitching, unless you got an area that can’t  take the tension then call either 
Jimmy or me to assist.” 
Bright red blood seeped from  under Harris’ hands. The pressure he exerted 
helped, but the wound was to o  deep and the move to sickbay had caused the 
artery to spontaneously rupture.  “Stile it’s the femoral artery.” 
“Frank,” Corbett yelled to  his other medic Frank Merrick. “Throw me one 
of the straps from the imager  table.” 
“Here,” Merrick yelled as he  tossed the strap to Corbett. 
“Alright Walt,” Corbett  whispered to Harris trying to keep him calm. “I’
m going to wrap this around  her upper thigh and pull tight, hopefully this 
makeshift tourniquet will give  me the few seconds I need. As soon as I pull 
up on it take it from me and pull  for all your worth.” 
“What are you going to do?”  Harris questioned. 
“Something that hasn’t been  done in probably seventy five years; I’m 
going to clamp the ends of her  femoral artery and hope to God I can sew it back 
together in enough time that  she doesn’t die from blood loss.” Corbett’s 
own face was beaded in sweat as he  turned his head toward his other medic. “
Frank grab 2 units of  synthetic.” 
“Whenever you’re ready  Stile.”  
“We have less than four  minutes now before she bleeds to death.” Corbett 
said calmly to Harris. “Once  I turn the tourniquet over to you keep an eye 
on the clock.” 
“I can do that.” Harris  answered 
“Three,  two, one, now.” Corbett yelled as he pulled up on the strap and 
handed it over  to Harris. With just as much speed he distally clamped both 
severed ends of  the vessel and began sewing the rupture back together. 
“One minute Stile,” Harris  said as he looked up at the chronograph. 
“Almost done, when I give you  the signal, release the tourniquet and I’ll 
release the clamps. If we’re lucky  this will hold and won’t leak.” 
“One minute-thirty seconds.”  Harris was pale and his arms trembled from 
the tension as he pulled on the  strap. 
“Release it.” Corbett ordered  as he pulled off the two distal clamps. 
“Well?” Harris asked  nervously. 
Corbett probed and checked  the surrounding area. “It’s holding and the 
leg is perfusing, so I think we  might have just gotten lucky. Give her two 
units of synthetic and pack the  wound. I want to leave it open just in case 
we need to go back in there to do  any patch work.” 
“We can’t just leave her like  this, I mean…” 
“What do you want me to do  Walt? We’re in the middle of a battle and I don
’t have what I need to repair  the artery the way it needs to be done. With 
a bit of luck we’ll keep her  stable and later when we are able I’ll take 
her to surgery. Until then start  her on 1.5 mg/kg/ of genercillin and do an 
H and H an hour after the  second unit of synthetic has run through.” 
“Aye sir,” the medic  conceded. 
Corbett nodded and moved on  toward the duty station. Instinctively he 
pushed his Stetson to the back of  his head and looked around. The emergency 
lighting cast an eerie glow  throughout sickbay. Everywhere he looked there 
were temporary cots and in some  places just blankets thrown down on the ground 
to allow the wounded a place to  rest. There were so many injured and more 
than a few that lay with a sheet  covering them. He hated death and took 
each one as a personal failure. He knew  he couldn’t save everyone; his life 
had been a testament to that.   
“Ji mmy,” he called as he hit  the com unit at the duty station. 
“We’re holding our own here.  Stan has a few with intermediate injuries, 
but he’s keeping an eye on them and  will let me know if we need to transfer 
them over to you.” 
“I’ve got little room down  here, but no worries if need be I’ll…” 
Corbett was thrown to the  deck as the ship rocked and shuddered violently. 
“Jimmy you ok?’ He asked  grabbing the duty station desk for stability. 
[Trauma Team - emergency -  C-Deck] Came the metallic voice 
“This is  Corbett,” 
[Chief Kowalski here sir, one  of my men was thrown into the filtration 
pump mechanism during that last hit.  We can’t move him and he’s bleeding 
pretty badly.] 
“I’m on the way  Chief.” 
“Frank trauma kit  now” 
“Stile let the Trauma Team  handle it.” Frank pleaded. 
“Frank didn’t you hear what  the Chief said. The man fell into the 
filtration pump mechanism. I don’t know  if he’s caught in the turbines or was 
injured by them. If he’s caught and they  can’t get him out then he might need 
a field amputation and as far as I know  I’m the only one who can do that 
and keep him alive.”  
“I guess fighting you on this  would be useless?” 
“Quite,” Corbett answered.  “I’ll use the access ladder just outside the 
Decon Chamber and take a quick  look. I promise if it’s something the Trauma 
Team can take care of I’ll let  them handle it and head right back down.” 
“I’ll hold you to that.”  Frank Merrick said knowing the doctor would do 
what he pleased  anyway. 
~~C-Deck~~ 
The emergency lighting and  smoke that filled the corridor caused Corbett 
to choke slightly. Crouching bel  ow the smoke as much as possible he made 
his way to the Life Support  Filtration Pumps. He had no idea how close he was 
to Wang and her band of  merry men, but knew if she saw him she would have 
an aneurism. While it gave  him no end of pleasure to argue with her and 
make her uncomfortable; at this  moment he didn’t have the time. 
“Doc this way I was sent to  meet you,” a crew man yelled as soon as he 
saw Corbett’s Stetson through the  smoke. 
“Right behind you sar,” he  said as he followed the crewman to the 
filtration room. 
Corbett could hear the loud  moans from the injured crewman even though he 
couldn’t see into the turbine  itself.  “Can I get over to him?” 
“We have a harness rigged to  suspend you over him.” Chief Kowalski 
answered as he motioned his men to make  it happen. 
“What’s his name  Chief.” 
“Riley sir, Riley  Martin.” 
Corbett nodded then put on  the harness and handed his Stetson over to a 
crewman. In a matter of moments  he was suspended over the turbine and being 
lowered toward the injured  crewman.  
He immediately saw that the  crewman’s right arm and leg were wedged in 
between the turbine wall and one of  the blades. He got close enough to use his 
scanner and could see the man’s  vitals were weak and that his arm was 
partially severed.  
“Can we cut away the  turbine blade with a laser torch?” 
“We can, yes.” Kowalski  yelled up to him. “But the blade is under 
pressure and will recoil back. We’re  trying to get something to brace it so that 
doesn’t happen.” 
“Alright lower me down more,”  Corbett shouted. “I’m going to try and 
stabilize him, so he can survive the  time it takes to brace this and cut him 
out.” 
Corbett could feel them lower  him when the ship was hit and the whole 
structure seemed to rumble. Then a  second rumble hit and a third much harder 
one and then  blackness. 
~~Sickbay~~ 
Frank Merrick had just picked  himself from the deck after the third hit 
had knocked him from his feet when  he heard Commander Wang over the comm. 
["Damage control! Hull  breach, C4-113!"] 
Immediately his blood went  cold as he ran to the comm unit. “Merrick to 
Corbett, Stile answer me damn  it.” 
Over and over he tried to  hail his boss and friend. It couldn’t be. “God 
damn it.” He screamed the tears  forming at the corners of his eyes. 
Harris ran over to him and  could see the anger and sadness that was in his 
friends eyes. After a moment  Merrick told him the ne ws and Harris just 
nodded. “Go and tell Jimmy. I’ll  keep watch here.” 
~~D-Deck Cargo Bay,  Temporary Sickbay~~ 
“I don’t believe it.” Marx  shouted. 
“He overruled me and went  there by himself.” Merrick said his voice 
hoarse and barely above a whisper.  “He was on C-deck compartment 4-114 when 13 
was hit. Damage control said the  whole area was vented. Anyone in the 
vicinity would have died. Engineering  reported four crewmen lost all in the life 
support filtration pump  compartment.” 
“That doesn’t mean anything.  Maybe he was on his way back and got hurt or 
dropped his communicator.” Marx  was frantic trying to come up with 
answers. 
“They saw him Jimmy, some of  the crew called down to sickbay because they 
saw what they thought was a body  in a cowboy hat floating away from the 
ship and they were concerned. We have  to face it.” 
Jimmy’s mind and body were in  shock, but he had wounded and knew he had to 
hold back the emotions that were  welling within him. 
Suddenly the world was  upside-down and they were floating in zero gravity. 

“Secure all patients and  brace them any way you can.” Marx yelled to the 
other medics. “We can’t afford  any secondary injuries from the fall once 
gravity is  restored.< /p>  
It took a few minutes for the  medics to carry out Marx’s orders in the 
sans gravity atmosphere, but they  were able to make sure that when gravity was 
restored all would be safe from  secondary injury. 
[Bones, send a med team up  to the Bridge as fast as you can. I realize 
you're overwhelmed, but do your  best.] The Captain voice said through  the 
comm. 
Jimmy heard the call and  didn’t know how he was going to tell the Captain 
and personal friend to the  doctor. “Captain this is Chief Marx I’ll send a 
trauma medic up to the bridge  in the next few minutes as soon as I can 
spare one.” 
“Where’s Doctor Corbett.” Rog  asked tension in his voice 
“We’ve lost him  sir!” 

Stile Corbett,  MD

CMO

FCL-06  Meridian

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