006 - action/voice; i came in like troy walking in with pizza

[geonomy]

Who: Clay Terran + You people
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: June 7th, a bit after this

[You know, Clay hadn't been expecting a day like this. All he was doing was going to the Iskaulit to do some workouts in the gym, even bopping to a tune playing in his head.

Of course, that all comes a stop when he sees the mess before he sees anyone else. Blood trailing through the hallway, like someone had been walking with it. His stomach churns a bit, and his first instinct is to flee and get someone with medical help. Like Jennifer, or Beverly, or...

But no, he's here, and he... doesn't really realize just how bad it is yet. He returns to his shuttle first to grab the first-aid box, then heads in to see who needs his help.

And upon following the trail, well... Turns out, it's a lot worse than he thought it'd be, and that instinct from before comes back full force. He's only had some lessons, he's not prepared for this level of medical trauma, he really isn't -

And that's why he'll be calling out on the comms - not video, because there are kids on the network, but it's pretty clear by the state of his shaky voice that this is definitely an emergency.]

I-I need doctors - healers, medics -

[He takes in a deep breath - ]

I need all medical personnel to the Iskaulit right now!


((ooc: Everyone's free to branch off, tag other threads, etc! This is a general rescue/medical aid post for Winter's wrecking ball.))

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[pain_train]

[Stand down. She can stand down. Some of the tension that's been twisting through her relaxes, though it makes the ruin of her back shift and she grunts with that pain.]

Ye--Yessir. Thank... thank you. Sir.

[The needle doesn't even make a blip in her perception, not with every nerve screaming or dead or randomly firing. But she's so tired, suddenly.]

Can't... feel anything.

[unbearablynaive]

[Silently, the Vision thanks those long conversations they've had that have allowed him to pick up some of Wrath's keywords. It's not as perfect as an actual CO of hers might do, but as always, he works with what he has.

So he squats down and gently pats the hand of hers that holds the knife, hoping she can sense it. And if not, perhaps she can see it and see that he's trying to reassure her. As he speaks, he looks over at Beverly to confirm that what he's saying is acceptable to her as well.]

I'll have Kurt transport you to the Windrose's medical bay. You'll need to rest a while.

[dancingmd]

[After properly disposing of the needle and her gloves in the biohazard container, Beverly's hand makes it halfway to her own comm before she remembers that Katara wasn't there, that no one could beam them to the Blue Fish. She looks at Vision, her expression grateful and her voice soft.]

Thank you.

[Then she too, lays a gentle hand on Wrath, stroking her cheek.]

We'll be with you the whole time.

[Just try peeling her away from Wrath right now.]

[pain_train]

[She closes her eyes, but at the mention of Kurt, her left opens to a red slit. She knows Kurt well enough to realize that he might try to go after Winter, and that's the last thing she wants. It wasn't Winter that did this to her, it was something else, but she's too fucking tired to explain that right now, and it hurts too much to talk.]

Tell Kurt. Don't do... anything... dumb. [Her eyes slip shut again.] Kick his ass.

[Her lips curve in an unfocused smile, though, perhaps not the prettiest expression considering all the blood.] Beverly.

[unbearablynaive]

I'll tell him you said so. [And he holds on to Wrath's hand until she slips into unconsciousness.

Which is, predictably, about when Kurt calls him back.]

Excuse me for a moment, Beverly. Do you wish to be transported with her?

[dancingmd]

[It's a gruesome smile, it's true, and a heartbreaking one too. Beverly's expression is full of love as she watches Wrath finally fall asleep. She looks up at Vision and nods in response to his question. Of course she's staying with Wrath.]

[unbearablynaive]

[He'd stepped away so he could talk to Kurt without disturbing doctor or patient, and he nods once he's done.]

Please stand by for transport. He'll beam you directly to medbay, and I'll follow later on a shuttle.

[dancingmd]

Thank you, Captain.

[She retreats into formalities that provide a sense of familiarity and stability. There's work to be done, no room for emotions except of course for her brief encounter with Sascha.

They don't have to wait long for the transporter and once in Windrose's sickbay, she immediately springs into action, first setting up a tube thoracostomy to drain the fluids in her chest, then collecting what she needs from around the lab to put Wrath in traction. As soon as Vision returns, she'll no doubt be putting him immediately to work as well.]

[unbearablynaive]

[It takes him somewhat longer, since he's taking the shuttle back and gathering the rest of his crew - Makie and Kitty and Misty are all injured to some extent, but the first two are relatively minor. Misty's unconscious but doesn't seem too bad. The other medics have more or less taken care of everything else.

He makes his way to the medbay and gives her a brief sitrep, followed by]

What can I do to help?

[dancingmd]

[Beverly has most of the traction mechanisms rigged up and ready to go, but -]

Her spine needs to be stabilized and realigned so I'm going to need your help getting her in traction. If it's possible to generate some sort of anti-gravity field around her, anything to get the pressure off her spinal cord while she heals.

[unbearablynaive]

[He frowns, considering whether that's something that can be done. Of course, he floats around all the time, but his abilities can only affect himself.]

I can divert some of the engine's power to create that in a small area. It will take me a few minutes in the engine room; please let me know immediately if it affects anything aside from the area around the bed.

[And he'll run off to do that real quick.]

[dancingmd]

[While he does that, Beverly double checks the chest tube before attaching a system of ropes, slings, and pulleys to the bed to relieve the pressure on Wrath's spine and to align everything properly. Not too long after, she can feel the gravity decreasing around them and she calls on her comm to Vision.]

That should be sufficient, for now.

[Lose too much gravity and she can't tend to Wrath effectively. It's not an ideal rigging - force fields would be a lot of help in this situation - but it will do.]

[unbearablynaive]

Understood.

[So he leaves it there for now. Maybe they can rig something more specific up later, but for now this will have to do. He heads back up as soon as he's able.]

Once she's stabilized, I'll see what I can do about a better long-term solution. What else can I do?

[dancingmd]

[She takes a deep breath and debates something for a moment. She's loathe to leave Wrath but... she's stable for now and Vision is not going to let anything happen to her.]

She's lost a lot of blood and I can't get in contact with Allen. I need to go back to the Blue Fish so I can preform a transfusion.

[unbearablynaive]

[He nods, already texting Kurt to stand by for another transporter beam and Ordis to move them closer.]

Do you need her there as well or only to grab supplies? We can have you there and back quickly enough.

[dancingmd]

Just to grab supplies. I don't want to chance moving her again.

[unbearablynaive]

I'll stay right here and call you immediately, should anything change.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly nods sharply, pauses, then rests her hand briefly on his shoulder.]

Thank you. I'll return as soon as I can.

handwave the rest?

[unbearablynaive]

[The Vision smiles briefly at her, impressed that even under this stress she can still offer him the comfort of a human touch.]

We'll be waiting.