Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 15:49:36 GMT -8
Greg would be the first to admit that he wasn't in the best of moods today.
It had probably been a fortnight since he had gotten a decent night's sleep; Bethany was at the age where she woke up whenever she felt like it and seemed to delight in not going back to sleep for as long as she possibly could. Since Lia was the one who had a proper job to go to, Greg felt a certain responsibility to let her get the best sleep she could manage. That left him on the night shift of Bethany-duty. He loved his daughter dearly, but he suspected he'd love a night off quite a bit too.
He'd headed to the station's medical ward as he'd been meaning to pick up an order of medication for Lia and Bethany that he'd ordered earlier in the week. It wasn't anything hugely important, but when it came to his two favourite ladies there was no such thing as being prepared in Greg's opinion.
From the moment he walked in though, he realised that this probably wasn't the best moment for a pharmacy collection appointment.
"If I don't get an explanation soon, everyone's going in the Brig!"
A sure sign that everything wasn't hunky dory on the good ship sickbay.
He glanced around, seeing a variety of people both medical staff and otherwise. An unnaturally pale Bajoran woman was lying on a bed, a nurse and a young doctor were seeing to her, an Orion who was obviously a patient was standing in front of a face he vaguely recognised, the Governor having apoplexy... it was chaos of the sort that only medical could provide.
Sometimes, most notably in times of crisis, Greg could conveniently forget that he was supposed to be having a day off.
"You, get back on your bed," he said, pointing at the Orion as he walked past her, not really paying her much attention. If she was well enough to be scurrying around and throwing herself in front of other people then she probably wasn't a bigger concern than the woman bleeding out across the room. "You can stay with her as long as you stay out of the way."
The nurse looked up with a concerned expression on her face, recognition in her eyes as she realised who he was.
"Sir, their situation is a little delicate-"
He held up a hand and she stopped talking.
"Unless one of them is about to pass out or expire, it's not important right now," he said, a little snippily. There was that sleep deprivation finding it's way out - not that Greg had always been known for his bedside manner at the best of times. "Report."
He came level with the bed with the pale Bajoran on it, and the doctor looked up at him.
"She's lost a lot of blood-"
"Tell me something I can't see."
"She's gone into shock-"
"Oh for goodness sake." He pulled a medical tricorder from the nurse's belt and snapped it open, readings scrolling past his eyes. "Pressure, oxygen, come on," he said, taking in the information, then flicking his eyes to the woman in front of him. With a practiced motion he turned on the biobed's systems, allowing the bed itself to monitor all of the information he'd need to know, freeing up his hands. He dropped the tricorder onto the bedside table with a resounding clatter and pushed up his sleeves.
"She'll need a transfusion once she's stabilised," he said, to no-one in particular as he grabbed at a hypospray and filled it with the appropriate medication. "I do hope you're well stocked."
The hypospray hissed as he pressed it to her neck.
So much for a restful afternoon.
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It had probably been a fortnight since he had gotten a decent night's sleep; Bethany was at the age where she woke up whenever she felt like it and seemed to delight in not going back to sleep for as long as she possibly could. Since Lia was the one who had a proper job to go to, Greg felt a certain responsibility to let her get the best sleep she could manage. That left him on the night shift of Bethany-duty. He loved his daughter dearly, but he suspected he'd love a night off quite a bit too.
He'd headed to the station's medical ward as he'd been meaning to pick up an order of medication for Lia and Bethany that he'd ordered earlier in the week. It wasn't anything hugely important, but when it came to his two favourite ladies there was no such thing as being prepared in Greg's opinion.
From the moment he walked in though, he realised that this probably wasn't the best moment for a pharmacy collection appointment.
"If I don't get an explanation soon, everyone's going in the Brig!"
A sure sign that everything wasn't hunky dory on the good ship sickbay.
He glanced around, seeing a variety of people both medical staff and otherwise. An unnaturally pale Bajoran woman was lying on a bed, a nurse and a young doctor were seeing to her, an Orion who was obviously a patient was standing in front of a face he vaguely recognised, the Governor having apoplexy... it was chaos of the sort that only medical could provide.
Sometimes, most notably in times of crisis, Greg could conveniently forget that he was supposed to be having a day off.
"You, get back on your bed," he said, pointing at the Orion as he walked past her, not really paying her much attention. If she was well enough to be scurrying around and throwing herself in front of other people then she probably wasn't a bigger concern than the woman bleeding out across the room. "You can stay with her as long as you stay out of the way."
The nurse looked up with a concerned expression on her face, recognition in her eyes as she realised who he was.
"Sir, their situation is a little delicate-"
He held up a hand and she stopped talking.
"Unless one of them is about to pass out or expire, it's not important right now," he said, a little snippily. There was that sleep deprivation finding it's way out - not that Greg had always been known for his bedside manner at the best of times. "Report."
He came level with the bed with the pale Bajoran on it, and the doctor looked up at him.
"She's lost a lot of blood-"
"Tell me something I can't see."
"She's gone into shock-"
"Oh for goodness sake." He pulled a medical tricorder from the nurse's belt and snapped it open, readings scrolling past his eyes. "Pressure, oxygen, come on," he said, taking in the information, then flicking his eyes to the woman in front of him. With a practiced motion he turned on the biobed's systems, allowing the bed itself to monitor all of the information he'd need to know, freeing up his hands. He dropped the tricorder onto the bedside table with a resounding clatter and pushed up his sleeves.
"She'll need a transfusion once she's stabilised," he said, to no-one in particular as he grabbed at a hypospray and filled it with the appropriate medication. "I do hope you're well stocked."
The hypospray hissed as he pressed it to her neck.
So much for a restful afternoon.
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