Nerve Pinch as Sedative
Main Sickbay <Deck 16> [Gibraltar Station]
The Main Patient Ward of Sickbay is an ovular room, wider at the aft than at the fore. The main door is in the aft wall, and directly to its right is a wall unit with receptacle for PADDs and a low counter upon which are arrayed fluid suspension modules. Against the starboard wall, next to the counter and receptacle, is the first of four biobeds, each in its own tiny alcove, heads to starboard, one by one to the aft wall. The biobeds are bluish gray, with a shimmering multicolored blanket on each which can keep a patient warm when necessary. At the head of each bed is a small monitor and a gray chair sits to the left, or aft, of each bed. To port of the main door is a large white display panel, beneath which is a counter supporting a variety of medical instruments. In the center of the room is a single biobed, bluish gray like the others, with that same blanket, but boasting a surgical support frame that creates an arch over the middle of the bed. The frame can be opened to allow patients to be moved if need be. Port, there is an alcove leading to an office and the Med Lab. Fore of this is a large bio display which can show the readouts of any patient in the ward. Fore again, there is a door leading to the Second Ward, next to which is a small utility cart and another counter with fluid suspension modules beneath a wall receptacle. The room is lit both by a large assembly over the central bed, which is in actually a sensor cluster meant to aid medical procedures, and also by lighting panels in the rest of the ceiling. Alert tracers line the wall above each biobed.
(Most of the folks in Sickbay have been leaving, since most of the people down in the science lab weren't really injured, just scared. However, one crewmember was injured and another was hit with a fatal phaser blast. The dead crewmember is on a biobed, with a medical team trying to see if there's a chance of revival--but it looks like they're about to give up. The injured crewmeber, Lieutenant J.G. Winifred Brooks, lies on the next biobed, eyes closed, right arm reaching up to hold her left shoulder. The yoke of the uniform on that shoulder is charred, revealing burnt flesh underneath. The biobed's scanners show the patient's heartbeat to be unsteady and her breathing shallow and rapid.)
(The station stands down from yellow alert.)
Omtala is just dashing into medical. So much for sleep. Her normally braided and tucked out of the way hair is hastily brushed but flying loose behind her much like her lab coat. "How many do we have then? What happened?" A nearby nurse meets her at the door, passing her a medical tricorder. "Some injured from sciences, one fatal and one serious." The nurse indicates Brooks and Omtala frowns. "And she's not being treated precisely why?" Moving over to the wounded science officer, she smiles. "Unfortunately, I tend to put people under when I work on them. Also unfortunately, your vitals are fluctuating a bit too much for my liking. This will hurt. Team bravo, here, now, bring tissue regenerators, four pints of plasma, one whole, check her records for type." She eyes the wound and pulls a knife out from beneath her coat. "If you could move your arm, it would be easier." She indicates the 'good' arm.
Brooks obediently moves the arm, frowning at the knife. "It's just a phaser hit. He can't have had it too high, or I'd be dead." Silly girl, talking when she should, well, not be. "Did they get the bomb? Is it defused?"
Solvek glides in, his long legs eating the length of the floor in seconds. He looks at the current sitation, "The Captain sent me to check--" He notices Brooks on the table. He rushes over. "Doctor, do you need any assistance? My knowledge of human physiology is quite extensive."
Omtala is far too handy with a knife. She makes several deft cuts and makes Brooks' tailor cry. A trio of nurses begin a flurry of activity near the biobed, curtaining it off from the rest of the ward and wheeling over a cart of medical instruments. "In your world, Lieutenant, there is no bomb." Perhaps to distract, a nurse on the other side of the bed takes Brook's recently moved arm and puts a needle in. Fresh fluids straight to the system. "I always ask for more than I need so don't worry. Phaser burns aren't known for their loss of blood. What they are known for is soldering your clothes to the wound. Which means infection if we don't get it all." She's not looking at Brooks so much as the wound. She's holding the laser scalpel in one hand and a dermal regenerator in the other. "I'm glad to hear that, Commander." She comments rather unfocused on the words. "Do you happen to have a medical degree in your list of accomplishments as well?" The smell of burning flesh and uniform rises much like bone at a dentist. Mmm yumm.
Brooks manages to hold still for all of this, frowning a bit at Omtala. "But... the deck..." A bit too late she seems to decide to shut up when the senior officer with the laser scalpel tells her to, and her eyes shift to Solvek. Surprisingly enough, her heart rate evens out a tad. Not enough to allow for sedation yet, but enough to be noticeable if one's looking at the monitor.
Solvek gives the Doctor a flat stare, "Actually, Doctor, I do. However, if you have everything in hand, I will move out of your way."
Omtala ahhs. "In which case, you're more than welcome to help. Do me the very good favor of watching her biosigns and giving her what relief from the pain that you can. I'm hesitant to do so chemically just now but you have other means I believe." Perhaps she means the infamous nerve pinch? The scalpel traces the wound until finally she tosses a swath of blue uniform onto the head of the biobed, leaving the wound free for operating on.
Brooks glances at what Omtala's doing and turns her gaze to the ceiling, taking as deep a breath as she can manage with the damage to her shoulder. She frowns at the pain from this and seems to decide not to try that anymore, instead just mumbling to herself. The Andorian and the Vulcan, with their heightened hearing, are probably close enough to recognize that she's doing math, and fairly complicated math at that, in increasing factors.
Solvek turns to sanitize his hands. Turning back to Brooks he leans in and quietly says, "You will feel no pain." His hand touches her shoulder and he forms the familiar shape of the Vulcan nerve pinch. He applies as little pressure as necessary to make her sleep.
As Solvek performs the technique Brooks seems to lose her train of thought, mumbling, "A to the power of... of..." and trailing off as her eyes close. She remains still for the rest of the procedure, thankfully.
Omtala exhales a bit as the Vulcan works his magic. "Remind me to learn how you do that." She comments dryly, looking much relieved. The rest of the treatment is done with alacrity. Burning away the necrotic flesh, she spends a laborously long time with the tissue stimulator over the various arteries and muscles until the wound is finally finished with the dermal regenerator. Finally, a gel back with osmotically released antibiotics and nutritive agents is placed over the wound site and covered with an adhesive wrap. Its a process that takes a good ten minutes. Finally, she straightens and adjusts a few tired joints with audible pops. "Thank you, Commander. I did not mean to be abrupt but while I appreciate offers of help, there are few qualified to do so."
Solvek returns his attentions to the monitoring systems for the remaider of the procedure. Once the operation is finished he turns to Omtala, "It is a very complex hold that utilizes the pressure points in the humanoid muscular system." Hearing the popping of the Doctor's joints he steps over to her he places his fingers on either side of her neck in a maneuver designed to relieve tension from an individual's body.
Omtala ooohs, relaxing into a slump. "Don't let my husband catching you do that," she purrs. "He'd get jealous in a heartbeat. He'd either demand a duel or beg you to teach him. Maybe both." She laughs and straightens. "So. I'd wake her but its better that she rest a while. There is one thing to be said for technology but the body always does it best. Thank you again, Commander. I really hate to be using you for your people's talents like that but they are immensely useful."
Solvek nods. "If you need my assistance it is only logical to offer it. I am always available as an extra hand in the sickbay. I was Chief Medical Officer on the Akagi before being promoted to Executive Officer."
Omtala chuckles, placing an explorative hand upon her recently relaxed shoulders. "Then there's hope for me yet."