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Time to look for the author...***1923 - "Picking Up the Peices" pt 3, by Capt. Hunter |
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She wiped the side of her hand on her uniform...detemination unyielding, "Status Report...", to someone..anyone.
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+Aye, sir,+ Richards acknowledged. +I will get right on power to sickbay then the other decks.
Mallory......hearing Kat's voice......stepped back to her. "Don't worry about anything. We're trying to get Medics up here for you."
He looked back over at one of the Security Guards. "See if we can at least get the EMH up here to try to help out."
As he looked back at her, Kat nodded slightly and then averted her eyes from his as the conflicting feelings inside of her continued. She so needed to breath in deeply and found it way too difficult. She grabbed hold of one of his sleeves as another coughing fit took hold.
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+Sir? It has ocurred to me that the Orions may be in the same predicament as us. Can we suggest to Captain Dominie to launch two shuttles to act as our eyes and ears? We could also rig a tractor beam from the ship so they could tow Columbia out of this area.+
Kat's thoughts suddenly shifted back to the ship and her crew...and then fear began to take root as she thought of the mission, the possibility they failed..the children.. Jaime! She nodded in afirmation at Richards request and began to speak but suddenly found herself unable to take in another breath.
At that moment, there was a small shimmer as if from a transporter. On the floor appeared a small device that Mallory recognized as a mobile emitter. When the transporter cycle finished, there was another shimmer as the EMH program came online. "This is most undignified. I'm a Doctor, not a throw rug."
Mallory offered the bald man a hand up. "No time for that!! The Captain needs your help!!"
One look at her and the EMH quit griping and began to work. His tricorder in hand, he began to scan her. "She needs more than I can do for her here. She's suffered significant trauma to her chest, resulting in a bilateral pneumothorax. I've got to relieve the pressure or she'll die!!!!"
With a strength born of his artifical nature, the hologram plucked the Captain out of her chair and placed her on the deck. He ripped open her uniform tunic......which was stained with blood. After another quick scan, he opened the First Aid kit that had been offered to him......selected two hypos and removed the ampules. He selected two locations, marked them, then used a phaser on minimum to make an incision. Into this he placed the first hypo, the used the suture beam to seal around it. He repeated the procedure on the other side, then made small adjustments. Both hypos began to make an almost inaudible hissing sound as they bled off the excess pressure within Kat's chest cavity.
"That's the most I can do for her here. She needs to get to Sickbay where I can repair the damage. This will buy her some time......but not much."
