SD241402.03 JDL | "Morale Check" | CCns, CSO, mCpm, Sec, Sci | Lt. Larel, LtJG Roswell, 2Lt(?) Dauntless, 1Lt Howard, Lt. R'heill, PO2 Hawthorne, Ph.D.

Posted on Mon Feb 3rd, 2014 @ 9:20pm by Petty Officer 2nd Class Leto Hawthorne PhD. & Lieutenant Te'shara R'heil & Lieutenant JG Saia Roswell & Lieutenant JG Lynda Howard & 2nd Lieutenant Jasmine Garza

1,226 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: In the Dark
Location: Vindicator Camp
Timeline: Just after the attack by the creature

=/\= Vindicator Camp =/\=

Saia was barely to her feet when she saw the Captain return with his orders. She began to make her way around checking on her scientists and the Marines alike whoever was next in her meandering route about the camp.

Te`shara was around the area, and had tripped on something maybe hurting her leg, she fell really hard. Rubbing the wound, she felt pain in her right leg.

Saia then looked around for Larel and hoped other than collaborating, there wouldn't be much interaction.

Hawthorne brushed himself off with his free arm, snow having manage to gather itself inside each and every single crevice of his uniform. As soon as he tried to pull his tricordor out of its holding pocket though, a searing jolt of pain blazed a terrible trail of awareness though his shoulder.

"Ow." He whispered, not really meaning to.

Saia's ears perked as the man was fairly near to her as she was coddling her poor panicking scientist. "I know. You were right. It was something to be concerned about..." She sighed, "But it's gone now. We're safe." She then nodded toward the fire, "Go get something warm to drink and keep a blanket around you."

Saia looked around a bit to locate the whisper she had heard.

Cody sighed as he patched up the security officer who had sprained her ankle badly during the chaos. Calmly he said "Your ankle will be fine soon Lieutenant. Just try to stay off it for the next day if you can and it should heal better. Let me know if you have any problems." Gathering up his med-kit, he moved on to help the other wounded.

Te'shara looked at her leg and saw that it was patched up and was happy bout it.

"It's nothing, Lieutenant. I think I just bruised it. Don't worry about me." Leto held his arm up a little straighter, attempting to prove his lack of injury, but ended up wincing a little as he did so.

Saia smirked in amusement, "How about you stop moving it and we'll get a closer look once we do initial checks on the others."

Hawthorne looked at the two other science officers. One he recognized as the Chief of Science, and one as the Chief Counselor. "Are either of you trained in medicine?" He asked, knowing he himself was only passingly aware of human physiology, to say nothing of other Federation races. Surely they were capable of first aid, but he was interested in their abilities.

Saia blushed as she had to shake her head, "I understand how the bodies of several species work, but I am not trained especially in diagnosis or treatment."

Specialist Miko Dauntless walked into the camp, "I'm a Corpsman does someone need her?" She had stabilized the Cardassian now it was just wait and see if his core temp raised.

"No, just curious I guess." Leto replied. He noticed the young science officer glancing repeatedly in the direction of Lieutenant Larel, the counselor. Almost as if allowing her a respectful distance, he didn't seem to look in her direction at all and had stayed at least 10 feet away. Perhaps it was just his over-analysis as an anthropologist, but Hawthorne's interest was peaked.

"If you would help me out, Ms. Roswell I would appreciate it." He motioned to his shoulder. His right arm was bracing his left, holding it in place. "I'm fairly certain it's dislocated. A cargo contained may have fallen on me..." His normally neutral expression turned to a sheepish smile. It was a little embarrassing.

Saia wrinkled her nose, knowing what would happen next. She'd heard stories about dealing with a dislocated shoulder. She took a deep breath and nodded resolutely as she approached him.

"Hold it here." Leto pointed with his hand. "And don't let go."

She put a fairly good grip on his arm and gulped, wincing, sympathetically anticipating the pain to come.

Miko nodded, she then headed back to the Cardassian Commander who was moved back into a tent. Checking on the small monitor his vitals were holding stable and he was warming up slowly but they got to him just in time. Who ever's idea it was to bring him along should be forced to take a medical course on warm and cold blooded species.

Leto breathed in deeply, bracing his shoulder with the opposite hand, and acknowledged Saia's grip. This was going to hurt, and he knew it. Steeling himself to endure the agony of resetting a dislocated shoulder, Leto's jaw tightened in anticipation. With one swift motion, he jerked his shoulder forward and pushed down with his free hand. His arm stayed in relatively the same place as it locked back into the socket, popping audibly as it did so.

"GGGyyahhh." The petty officer cried out between clenched teeth, feeling the full force of his injury. "Anesthetic please, Lieutenant."

Saia had closed her eyes as she kept her grip. She only opened them, compassion showing in her eyes, "One moment." She was about to get it when...

Hearing the anguish Miko turned and rushed back, "Damnit petty officer I said was a damn corpsmen why didn't you let me help." Miko said shaking her head looking at the petty officer, "if you did that wrong you most likely caused more harm to your arm and shoulder."

Saia shrunk back, fearing she'd be tongue lashed as well. She handed the anesthetic to the corpsman. "I apologize. I should have called you over. You probably have a better stomach for it."

"You're fine Lieutenant, the Petty Officer should have known better." Miko said taking the anesthetic and pressing it against his neck. "And 'cause tricorders are not working correctly I don't know the extent of the damage."

Leto looked directly ahead, not engaging the irritated corpsman. The shoulder would probably swell a little, but it was nothing the Xenoarcheologist hadn't braved through before. Once on a planet in the Goron sector he'd sprained both wrists after he'd tried to stop his 12 meter fall down an abandoned ruin. As the floor crumbled beneath his feet he had been flung forward into a burial chamber, and landed on his hands. The injury was rough enough he'd had to rest his hands for weeks. There were plenty of scrapes in the Petty Officer's past, this was no different. Besides, his shoulder felt fine. "I also said I was alright, Dauntless. No need for histrionics."

"Your not the one who has to report into the chief medical officer." Miko said glaring at the petty officer.

Lynda moved around the area helping to keep the place secure, she may be a fighter pilot but she could help keep everyone safe at the very least. She had combat training and first aid knowledge and could handle herself should she need to.

A crewman security officer strolled through the camp on his way to his tent. "Captain says lights out. Guard duties starting with alpha team and then gamma team. Four hour shifts."

The camp was finally settling down for the night.

=/\= END LOG =/\=

Lieutenant Cody Larel
Chief Counselor

Lieutenant Te'Shara R'heill
Assistant Security Officer

Lieutenant JG Saia Roswell
Chief Science Officer

1st Lieutenant Lynda Howard
Fighter Pilot/Marine

2nd Lieutenant Miko Dauntless
Corpsman/Marine

2nd Petty Officer Leto Hawthorne, Ph.D.
Xenoanthropologist/Cypher
USS VINDICATOR

 

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