Unexpected Medical Care

Posted on Fri Jun 6th, 2025 @ 11:35pm by Lieutenant JG Talariana sh'Joven & Major T'Ria

1,299 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Trillius Prime
Location: Sickbay

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After docking with the Trill cargo ship, those injured during the attack were escorted to sickbay to receive medical attention. Talariana had been assigned to keep an eyes on those brought on board. The doors to sickbay opened as she entered with about five people. "Doctor, I have the injured from the Relut."

T'Ria looked up from the workstation she was standing in front of as the doors to her sickbay opened and the Andorian female armory officer stepped into her domain with five others who were not members of the crew. She tilted her head and made a gesture with her hand towards the biobeds. "Bring them forward. I will triage them and begin affecting treatments for their infirmities."

Bringing the injured forward, sh'Joven observed as each sat on a bed awaiting treatment. Humans seemed to have a way of getting themselves into a middle of a conflict between groups trying to kill each other. Deep down, she wondered what the possible fallback would be.

T'Ria began moving between the beds, looking at their vitals and preliminary scans and triaging them in the order to be treated and what initial interventions to perform. No one appeared critical in the moment, but she kept on alert as such things could change quite rapidly. Trill anatomy was similar to humans, and she had learned enough through the IME to treat and stabilize the majority of straight-forward injuries. Anything too severe she would recommend transport to a tertiary center capable of handling such complex emergencies, but thus far it would appear that would not be necessary.

"Are there more to be seen, Lieutenant?"

"No doctor this all that was brought on board," Talariana answered. "Anyone else who received injuries during the attack were minor. These were the most serious."

"Very well." 5 patients. She could manage this. "Thank you for bringing the injured to me. I do not wish to keep you from any additional duties."

"No trouble at all doctor."

"Does anyone have anything for this pain?" one of the men on the biobed called out.

T'Ria made her way over to the patient who had made the declaration regarding pain. "Where is your pain located?"

Groaning a bit, he attempted to point at his back. "Lower back."

She dipped her head in acknowledgement and began a focused scan of his lumbar spine. It revealed two compression fractions low in his back. "Are you having any pain or numbness/tingling going down either of your legs? Any numbness in your groin?" T'Ria was asking the typical questions regarding radiculopathy and cauda equina. Any numbness was a 'red flag' symptom and warranted more in-depth scanning. Otherwise, treatment would involved bone regrowth, pain control, and rest.

"Definitely the tingling along the left leg."

Nodding silently, T'Ria 'dialed' up a hypospray with analgesics and anti-inflammatories and depressed it against her patient's shoulder. "It takes on average 37 minutes for you to notice a discernible improvement. I recommend that you 'rest' over the next 24 hours. You will recover completely."

The man rubbed the shoulder that received the injection. "Thank you doctor. We could definitely use you aboard our ship."

Talariana watched the interaction. Keeping an eye on these folks was a job typically regulated for someone in a lesser position than her own. But on a sidenote, she knew of these Trill. Other than the three they were bringing back home. And to be honest, she had no interactions with them over the last few weeks on the way here. Trillus Prime was further than the Meridian had ever traveled before. To be honest, this location was further outside of Federation than most ships have traveled. A mission of diplomacy, suddenly turned into a rescue. "Looks like you just saved a life doctor."

T'Ria raised a brow - saved a life? "I merely identified a musculoskeletal problem with probable nerve impingement and prescribed the appropriate treatment. I would not consider it...life-saving." It was said over her shoulder; and that was far from ideal, but there were other minor injuries to treat so she had to multi-task. She turned back to her patient to address her current patient's comment. "Your thanks are unnecessary. It is my duty to care for the sick and injured; do you not have a physician onboard your ship?"

"The physician was going to be picked up at our next stop in two days," he chuckled while wincing a bit. "Probably shouldn't have left home with just a nurse. But we thought we could make it two days without one."

"Probably something your Captain won't be doing again," the Andorian replied.

T'Ria could not disagree with the Andorian woman's comment - it was exceptionally foolhardy to not have adequately trained medical personal onboard. "An unfortunate outcome. It is gratifying to know that the injuries sustained were not life-threatening to any on board."

"Clearly the odds weren't in our favor," the patient mentioned. "But very grateful that you came along at the right time."

"Fortuitous, indeed." T'Ria agreed. She moved on to the next patient - another spotted male who appeared to be struggling with bilateral epistaxis (nosebleed). "Was the bleeding spontaneous or traumatic in nature?" She inquired matter-of-factly.

"It just won't stop bleeding, he replied with frustration in his voice. "I get it to stop for a few seconds and then bleeding continues."

T'Ria nodded silently as she used a device to scan his face and saw where the issue was. "You have a small malformation of the blood vessels in your nose and the elevation in blood pressure caused by your recent...uncertainty, no doubt caused it to rupture. It will require embolization...it is not a difficult intervention." She added hastily, recognizing the growing panic on the male's face as she explained what the issue was.

"Might be a good idea to bring you back with us," he responded with a groan.

That was the second time one of the Trill made such a comment and she raised a brow in expression of concern. "I am, unfortunately, already 'employed.'"

Talariana couldn't help but to laugh. "Are all transports lacking doctors?"

"Just ours at the moment," the patient answered.

The Andorian's laugh was a surprisingly pleasant sound. T'Ria glanced back to sh'Joven for a moment before returning her attention back on her patient. She reached up with a cautery device and switched it on with a high pitched wine indicating it was ready for use. A few precise applications and the gentleman's nosebleed was repaired. "You will remain here for monitoring for 2 hours. If you do not re-bleed I will discharge you with precautions over the next 48 hours."

The patient nodded in agreement without argument. In all honesty, he was enjoying the comforts of this sickbay. And who knew when he would have it this good again. Scanning around the room, he took note on how he would want to see a sickbay on their cargo ship.

sh'Joven moved in closer to the doctor. "I'm going to leave someone posted by the door, while I'll escort the other's back to their transport. Do you need anything from me?"

"I do not, Lieutenant sh'Joven. It is agreeable to make your acquaintance. I will discharge the Trill patients all together once everyone has adequately recovered." Relations had only recently 'thawed' between Vulcan and Andoria. T'Ria's curiosity regarding alien culture far exceeded any indoctrinated sentiments towards the blue-skinned female. She never would have got to experience this on a Vulcan ship.

The Andorian shen simply nodded as she turned and exited sickbay with those who had received assistance in tow.

T'Ria watched the Andorian armory officer depart and turned her attentions back to her patients.

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Major T'Ria
Chief Medical Officer
USS Meridian

Ltjg. Talariana sh'Joven
Assistant Chief Armory Officer
USS Meridian

 

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