Run out of Clues

Posted on Mon Jun 22nd, 2020 @ 11:07pm by Lieutenant Tyson Brookes
Edited on on Fri Jul 10th, 2020 @ 5:01pm

Mission: Divided We Fall
Location: Deck 6 - Medical
Timeline: Current

A Mission Post by Lieutenant JG Tyson Brookes
Mission: Divided We Fall
Location: Deck 6 - Medical
Timeline: Current
Fri Aug 3rd, 2018 @ 11:30pm


The Pandora Head of Medical had finished completing burn work on the patients from the science lab fire earlier. Dr. Brookes had the luxury of Dr. Ashshy’s assistance, sadly leaving back to his dept in Science since then.

Tyson sanitized his large, strong surgical hands under the blue sterilization beam, used for the microsurgeries on patients. The microsurgical thermal lasers pinpointed necrotized tissue on burn patients, destroying the dead tissues and leaving a third thermal layer of stem cell dermal skin.

“How do you feel?” Tyson sat beside the biobed. Ensign McIlroy was working on pressurized molecular spatial compressions.

“I feel….” He paused looking at his arms where there had burnt black flesh, a horrifying image to process. “I don’t know how I feel. It doesn’t hurt anymore; my arms don’t feel like they're in heat anymore.” McIlroy was overwhelmed having had come out of surgery not expecting fully recovered arms.

“It’s ok. Just relax. You need time. I’ve got a sedative to help you relax. Do you need one?” Tyson asked. He was not one to pump drugs on patients, however, having had been in a traumatic incident there was a lot of stress associated with recovering.

“Yeah… I think I’d need that right now.” The Ensign looked back at Tyson with concern and confused eyes. He was briefed on the surgery prior. Post-surgical emotions often drew out from patients.

Dr. Brookes turned to his cart and placed in a sedative of bytrolazepine .25 cc. “Nurse Wainright will be around soon. It is almost dinner time.” Tyson extended his arm and with his hand injecting McIlroy with the sedative.

With that, Tyson ensured that there was no adverse reaction for the patient, he then turned to leave back in the medical bay to the labs.
Sitting down back in his medical office, Tyson swivelled in his chair. He viewed the screen behind him, showing the various patient's biorhythms within the medical bay.

He chewed on his pen while viewing the various rhythms. Each person had their electrical frequencies. The data displayed on the screen right down body quadrants.

“Cummon Arnaldo…” Tyson narrowed his eyes; their pupils fixated on the data stream that was anemic while reporting a mere frequency of energy within Mauricio.

“I don’t know. I don’t know.” He let out a long exhale of frustration.

Tyson had a decision to make as the 1 St Lieutenant was taking up sickbay resources, and by all accounts, he was brain dead. The only thing sustaining him right now was the life support, fueling his lungs, circulation, and energy.

Arnaldo was a link to the others. The Pandora crew wasn’t complete; it didn’t feel normal. Tyson only wished he could find a link, a bridge through Arnaldo to the others, yet from a medical standpoint, he had run out of clues and ideas to entertain.

END