Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2015 10:27:23 GMT -8
"What the hell happened?"
"We don't know," Heatherton said between checks to Sickbay and the Transporter Room. "Some sort of energy surge from somewhere."
"Where is the Chief?"
"On a shuttle," Bandon said. "Fool's errand." Yeah, that was his out-loud voice.
"Bandon, get out the chemical kit, I need a dermal regenerator, and a couple of hyposprays. For him and me."
"He need's more than-"
"We need to find someway to slow his vitals, keep him from losing any more blood. I need a replenishing agent and a way to seal and support his wounds..."
Bandon looked at Heatherton. While Tekison was known to have a loose nut behind the steering wheel, did he seriously think that he was going to fix this kind of wound?
"The biology station! We should have stasis foam and replenishing nutriments. Its not ideal, but it may save him!"
"It'll just keep pouring out of him," Bandon said weakly, rising to get the items Tek had requested.
"Heatherton, keep trying for either the bridge or sickbay, and help Tahp into someplace comfortable."
"Do not worry about me," Tahp said, finally getting the room to stop spinning. It was fine as long as she didn't look at Hunter. "I am just not used to death."
Heatherton's eyes suddenly widened. "Griffon! Bandon...remember!"
Bandon stopped partway across the room, equipment in hand. "Ahska...she put him in some sort of stasis thingy! Tahp..."
Tahp rose and shook her head, her hands facing outward in protest. "I was not raised as an Etimonian. I have no training!"
"You can try!"
"No...I cannot! Do not ask me to do this." She glanced at Tek. "Please?"
"He'll die," Heatherton urged.
"So could I," Tahp shouted, her hands clenching into fists. "Or I..." She swallowed, remembering Couduska. "I could make it worse."
"We don't have time to argue," Bandon ground out between clenched teeth.
Tag Ensign Tekison Nevir
"We don't know," Heatherton said between checks to Sickbay and the Transporter Room. "Some sort of energy surge from somewhere."
"Where is the Chief?"
"On a shuttle," Bandon said. "Fool's errand." Yeah, that was his out-loud voice.
"Bandon, get out the chemical kit, I need a dermal regenerator, and a couple of hyposprays. For him and me."
"He need's more than-"
"We need to find someway to slow his vitals, keep him from losing any more blood. I need a replenishing agent and a way to seal and support his wounds..."
Bandon looked at Heatherton. While Tekison was known to have a loose nut behind the steering wheel, did he seriously think that he was going to fix this kind of wound?
"The biology station! We should have stasis foam and replenishing nutriments. Its not ideal, but it may save him!"
"It'll just keep pouring out of him," Bandon said weakly, rising to get the items Tek had requested.
"Heatherton, keep trying for either the bridge or sickbay, and help Tahp into someplace comfortable."
"Do not worry about me," Tahp said, finally getting the room to stop spinning. It was fine as long as she didn't look at Hunter. "I am just not used to death."
Heatherton's eyes suddenly widened. "Griffon! Bandon...remember!"
Bandon stopped partway across the room, equipment in hand. "Ahska...she put him in some sort of stasis thingy! Tahp..."
Tahp rose and shook her head, her hands facing outward in protest. "I was not raised as an Etimonian. I have no training!"
"You can try!"
"No...I cannot! Do not ask me to do this." She glanced at Tek. "Please?"
"He'll die," Heatherton urged.
"So could I," Tahp shouted, her hands clenching into fists. "Or I..." She swallowed, remembering Couduska. "I could make it worse."
"We don't have time to argue," Bandon ground out between clenched teeth.
Tag Ensign Tekison Nevir