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<FONT face="Times New Roman">// Sickbay, E Deck, Challenger \\<BR> <BR> <BR>The young man moaned weakly, blood bubbling at his lips as his breath forced its way past them. He coughed several times, trying to clear his lungs of his own lifeblood, but it just kept coming. His eyes fluttered open, staring up at Liza. One pupil was blown, the other was pinpoint. "M-my .... mother ...... t-tell .... mother ..." he whispered, between coughs. His hand, where Liza was holding it, suddenly gripped tightly. <BR> <BR>Liza held his hand tightly there was nothing else she could do for him, his injuries were too extensive. She hated losing people "I'll let your mother know." She said quietly "I'll let her know." She used her free hand to brush back the hair from his face. <BR> <BR>A last ragged indrawn breath, then his eyes fluttered rapidly and finally closed. His breath rattled out one final time, then all was silence. From /him/ anyway. Sickbay resounded with the moans and cries of the wounded. Red emergency lighting made the blood look black. Cots and pallets littered every available space, and all personnel had been called in for duty -- including those from other sections, those with little to no medical experience.</FONT><BR> <BR><FONT face="Times New Roman">Liza pulled the sheet up over the young man's face and with a deep breath she turned to face the incoming flood of people "Get him to the morgue." She told one of the medics that was standing close by "Put his name on my desk so I can contact his parents." She said as she moved to the next bio bed and the next person suffering. The eerie red glow cast shadows on the walls and the medical staff had to move carefully with the blood and fluids on the floor "Someone get a mop over here and clean this section up." She said as she stepped to the bed and began her examination of this patient</FONT>.<BR> <BR><FONT face="Times New Roman">For Liza, she put her emotions on hold, there were many that were suffering and that needed immediate attention. She grabbed one of the nurses "Get me a triage log for teh most critical, make sure Dr. Gutherie and Dr. Stalmos are in surgery and that the ICU beds are set up properly." She said as she began assessments. Her demeanor came across as cold to her staff, but it was her way of dealing with the current situation. Tears were for later</FONT>.<BR>
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<FONT face="Times New Roman">"Yes, Doctor," the nurse, Ensign Stockson, said as he hurried off to obey. Nobody held Dr. Rowe's abrupt demeanour against her. That's what it took to be the Chief Medical Officer of a starship. You had to get things done. People couldn't wait, some times, while you cried for the ones in front of them in line. "Dan!" he yelled as he moved off. "If you aren't doing anything, come help me in the ICU!" </FONT><BR>
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<DIV>Dr. Guthrie approached Liza, stripping off some bloodied gloves and stuffing them into his pocket. "Just wanted to brief you ... Stalmos is in surgery now in Suite 1 ... Suite 2 is being prepped for my next one. We have ..." he checked a datapad that he pulled out of his back pocket ... "seventeen surgeries on the schedule, so far. The first 3 are critical." He looked up from the datapad to Liza.</DIV>
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<DIV>Liza took the datapad from Allen "Thanks Allen. I have another one that is critical that needs surgery asap. I'll get Gilmer in to help as well. She's running triage." Liza looked at the datapad "Take Davis and Killdean and set up Suite 3 and 4. It looks like we're going to need them." She said "I'm going to assume by the lack of rocking the battle is over." </DIV>
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<DIV>Guthrie nodded "Yes ma'am. What happened to Dr. Strangelove?" He asked and the look on Liza face answered for him "Sorry I asked." He said as he turned "Davis, Killdean. With me. Let's get suites 3 and 4 set up." With a final look at Liza he turned and headed for the surgical area again. Liza for her part hurried over to Gilmer "You're going into surgery suite 3 to help with the critical patients. Go, Dawson will take over here." She said pointing to the nurse to take over for Gilmer. </DIV>
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<DIV>She returned to the bed she had been at "Ensign, we're going to take you to surgery. We'll do everything we can." She said as she put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and then nodded to her staff to move him out to the surgical suite when it was ready. She set the datapad on the counter with the others that she would have to go through. One stack was far too high for her liking, but that was the price of battle. </DIV>
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<DIV>She moved to the next bed and read the datapad there, the young man was silent as she came up "Ensign, how are you feeling?" She asked quietly as she removed the bandages that covered the right side of his face to get a better look at the injuries that he had.</DIV>
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<DIV>Weakly, he turned his head slightly to look at her. The wound in his cheek was open -- his teeth and gums could be seen through it. He spoke as well as he could, the words somewhat distorted and muffled by his injuries. "Not .. not so good, Doc," he said, swallowing with a grimace. The wound had traveled under his ear and across the scalp to the other side, leaving him practically scapled by the sharp, flying metal. "Is my hair gonna be ok?" he managed to ask, eyes slightly out-of-focus from pain meds. Funny what people worried about when the pain was handled.</DIV>
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<DIV>"Your hair is going to be fine. Might be a bit short for a while but it will be fine." She said as she looked at what had been given to him. </DIV>
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<DIV>He tried to smile. The effect was garish, the wound gaping open. This was one of Liza's surgicals, but since he wasn't critical, he was having to wait. "Thirsty ... can I have something to drink?" </DIV>
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<DIV>"I'm sorry...I can't let you have anything to drink. I'll have a nurse bring you some ice chips, but try not to swallow as much as you can." She said motioning to one of the nurses "Get this young man some ice chips, he can have a few but try to keep it to a minimum." She said patting him on the shoulder and turning to walk away. </DIV>
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<DIV>The young nurse nodded "Yes ma'am." She said and hurried off to get the requested items. </DIV>
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<DIV>In the next bed, lay a young engineer, a quick glance showed that he too had expired. His wounds too significant to be repaired. Liza pulled the sheet up on him and motioned for the medics to move him out of the bay. She continued to the next bed, a security officer, she picked up his datapad and looked at it "Are you in any pain Lt?" She asked as she carefully removed the bandages from his eyes to assess the damage, there were significant burns to them and they would require surgery to remove the damaged flesh and at this point it was hard to determine the damage to his eyesight. She carefully rebandaged his eyes, he could wait. </DIV>
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<DIV>"No ma'am," the man grunted in response to her question about the pain. "Don't worry about me, I'll be just fine." But his jaw was clenched tight -- he was displaying signs of being in rather intense pain. </DIV>
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<DIV>"Auuuggh!" The shout of pain from down the bay rang out. "Don't touch my leg! No! Don't touch it! AUUGH!" It was Magee, one of Vic's Avengers. Two nurses held her in place -- with effort -- as she struggled to free herself. "Let me GO!" She was sweating profusely, the bandages over her leg a lurid shiny black in the red emergency lighting.</DIV>
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<DIV>Liza came to a stop "Magee...Stand down!" Liza said firmly "Let my people take a look at your leg." She said walking to the head of the bed "It's going to be fine. Let us do our job." Liza said calmly as she nodded to one of the medics to begin unbandaging the wound "I'm going to take a look at your leg, don't fight with my people or I'll have to sedate you." She said looking directly into Magee's eyes.</DIV>
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<DIV>"Are ... are you going to have to take it off?" Dierdre said through gritted teeth. Fear shone through the shock as her eyes locked with Liza's. "Don't ... I can't lose my leg ...." All the horror stories she'd ever heard about people losing their legs were flitting through her mind. "Please ... " </DIV>
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<DIV>Liza looked at her "I don't know until I look at it." She said honestly "As soon as I know something I'll tell you." Liza promised as she moved to the foot of the bed and began examining Dierdre's leg. She carefully removed the bandages and began examining the wound. "Get me some more light over here." Liza ordered and the light appeared. There were metal fragments coming out of the MACO's leg her expert fingers examining the wound to determine the best course of action. "Dierdre, I don't think you're going to lose your leg, but you are going to have a long road to recovery." She said moving back to the head of the bed as a medic redressed the wound. </DIV>
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<DIV>"You have a metal fragment that has penetrated through the upper leg. We're going to need to get x-rays and detailed images to see how bad the damage is. I'll have my best surgeon working on you." She promised and motioned for two medics to move the wounded Avenger to the imaging chamber "I'll be back in a few minutes to check on you." She said.</DIV>
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<DIV style="RIGHT: auto">Liza patted the Avenger's shoulder and gave her some pain medication knowing that she was in a great deal of pain. She moved off to check on others that were coming in. A never ending stream of pain and anguish. The ship and her crew had taken a beating but they were still limping along. </DIV>
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