Overloaded and Overdosed - Part 1

Posted on Mon Apr 15th, 2019 @ 9:42pm by Commander Hades,MD

813 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Episode 97 - Cultural Exchange
Location: Sickbay, SB 400
Timeline: MD 08 1530 hours

ON:

Hades rushed into the surgical ward, “Status.”

Nurse Korotk rushed forward, “Internal bleed. We can’t find the cause.”

Hades scrubbed in donning a red surgical suit, cap, apron and mask. As the nurse tied off the mask and helped him slip into his gloves he rushed into the rooms klaxons were blaring all around.

“Laser scalpel. Fine beam point three three.” He picked up the thin device and watched the blue beam blare to life.

The surgery began. His hands moved with lightning speed, every organ was carefully checked until a tare was found. “Suture!”

Every nurse, every doctor in the ER worked hard. Within the hour the procedure was done, the patient cleaned and wheeled into the recovery room and another life saved. Hades tossed the mask, cap, gloves, and the red surgical apron into the bio reclimator.

He headed out of the surgical room when a Klaxon went off.

“Incoming!”

He had tried to rest and the moment he’d entered his quarters he’d been called in he’d done the surgery and it appeared that this would be the second surgery.

Back into the OR he went and then again after. By the time he finished he was worn and his hands, normally steady, shook slightly. He stood in the OR scrub up room waiting… five, ten, fifteen minutes and no klaxon. Sighing he changed into uniform and headed to the main bay, deciding to check on Rol.

When he arrived an empty bed greeted him. “Nurse! Where is Rol?”

The Andorian looked uncomfortable. “He….checked out earlier.”

“I did not authorize a release.”

“It was against doctor’s orders…”

The vain in his forehead throbbed. He gave a calm nod, a direct contrast to the anger he felt. The fact that he was able to control it told him that the symptoms of Pon’farr had left him almost completely. Picking up his medical bag he headed towards Rol’s quarters.

It took him no time to arrive and he chimed the door.

It opened and he was surprised when the face of Rol’s earlier rescuer appeared. “Thank the gods! I called sickbay one hour ago.”

Hades pushed past him and found Rol shaking and pale. “Explain.”

“He was unwell and he didn’t want to go back to sickbay. I called but…”

Hades interrupted him. “Emergency medical transport.” He said tapping his com badge.

Another trip to the OR and an hour later Rol was in recovery and Hades was seated at his desk.

Angered by the events and the fact that someone had called for sickbay and not gotten a response he knew he needed to get his staff back on track. Standing he decided he’d meet with Corrigan in the morning and go over a few things. Hades walked over to the replicator and ordered a tea. Just as he sat down a medical page came through. “Cardiac arrest. Code blue. Recovery four.”

He let out a breath he’d been holding, Rol had been in three. He hurried to recovery four to find his team working to save a Klingon woman. He hurried in. “Cardio stimulator, now!”

Half an hour of cardio stimulation, chest compressions… resulted in nothing. He stood back. “Computer. Time of death 1700 hours.”

Steeling himself he called for the family to enter. The husband, a tall well-built Klingon entered. He looked at Hades and Hades could see the unshed tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry. My team did everything they could…Her heart….”

The Klingon bushed him aside and Hades watched as her family surrounded her roaring out their pain. Calling to the Klingon afterlife, a deep guttural sound saying, “beware. A Klingon warrior comes to Sto'Vo'Kor.”

Hades spent time explaining that the woman’s heart had given out, as had her backup one. Klingons had extra organs that would kick in if one was damaged. This woman’s…did not kick in. She had been in a battle on a Klingon Cruiser that was docked at the station and they’d been unable to save her.

He later had moved through the bay and noticed the husband, the big Klingon, crying in a corner. Hades’ throat closed up. He thought of his Beloved and put himself in the man’s position. Suddenly he couldn’t draw breath. He hurried to his office and sat down. Several deep breaths later he managed to regain his composure.

So far returning home had been difficult. He’d had several surgeries a friend who’d been attacked, a visit to the brig to treat crew and civilian who’d been in a fight, a death, and he wondered briefly, as he wrote his report, what else could go wrong.

He did not have to wonder long.

“Doctor Hades? We may have a problem....”

To be continued….

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