Location: Field hospitals on the outskirt of Eshan City
Objective: Medical provider to all, including enemy wounded
Allies: CIS + Eshan
The percussion of the aerial bombardments were getting closer and closer by the minute...
Ayda could only guess it were a systematic attempt at clearing anything surface wise and below grade, like the bunker they were in. This was their second makeshift attempt at a field hospital close enough to the fighting to have the wounded get medical treatment as soon as possible.
But the fighting was relentless and non-stop as the seismic shock-waves they were feeling intensified by the minute.
"Just give me another minute..." Ayda replied, stitching up what had been an evasive operation in saving the man's life.
"...I'll get to the other as soon as I complete the internal sutures.." It were a soldier of kind, she were working on.
His boots were still on as her assistants had prepped him for her..removing his battle armor. He were said to be Mando. many Mando's had come through the field hospital the last three days. many were able to be saved. the others, she could only alleviate their pain till their time to depart the world of the living called for them.
This one would live.
"I'm done with the internals... Jay, close him up..." And so she moved to the next soldier...another Mando. Only this was supposedly the counterpart of the previous one. The two had fought against one another before a stray aerial missile blew right next to them.
To Ayda, it mattered not whom was under the colors of the CIS, the same colors that she had to register under to enter this war torn system.
Ayda had come to Eshan under the white and red flag of Doctors without Borders'. But despite that organization being neutral, neither sides would allow or accept their humanitarian aid without committing to one or the other's cause. Out of the two factions, the CIS were more receptive in accepting 'Doctors Without Borders' in helping the affected civilians and the wounded, both civilian and soldiers.And the CIS would allow the organization to even treat the aggressive Mando Clans (enemy wounded) whom were claimed to be attacking Eshan get medical treatments. The only stipulation was that after the enemy wounded were treated, that the CIS had the authority to transport them to their holding facilities.
"How many synth liters has this man had already?" She could see that he were mostly synthesized as far as blood went.
He was on his 10th liter of synthetic blood.
"I'll have to open him up... lets get some tracer elements in the transfusions. I'll give us a better clue as to where he's bleeding out internally, STAT" She said upon a quick examination and evaluation before she moved on to another-
Ayda's heart skipped a beat. it were a 5... maybe 6 year old girl. Her left thigh were in a tourniquet with the lower portion below her knee...missing.
"Why hasn't she been cortorized yet?!" Ayda shouted, more to relieve her anguish than reprimand her staff. her staff were an amazing group of volunteers, just like she were. But the amount of casualties were overwhelming.
"NO...give it to me here..." Ayda took the laser and worked to close up the girl's thigh, cutting what still hung in shards to create a smooth stump.
Then she were informed that the Mando's internal laceration were pinpointed. It were his left ventricle to his heart.
Ayda finished with the little Eshan child and before she were taken away, she placed a kiss through her surgical mask onto her two fingers and placed that kiss on the child's forehead. in silent prayer she aked her Creator to have a Guardian Angel visit her. The child was owed.
Back to the Mando.
Ayda worked as fast as she could while the seismic tremors now rocked their makeshift bunker hospitals. they were running out of time again. they would have to move in less than 20 minutes or the bunker would give in to the approaching bombardment.
"Doctor...we're going to have to start dismantling our operations. We've been ordered to evacuate." An orderly had rushed in the surgical chambers with the news.
"What's our destination?" she asked, for this would be the third time they had to evacuate in the three days they were down on Eshan.
"We haven't gotten word on that yet, Doc. At least I don't know at this minute. I was just told for us to evacuate to another safer location. The CIS ground coordinator's awaiting field reports....sorry." he replied apologetically then rushed away to continue to spread the evacuation command.
Ayda was listening while furiously getting the Mando's artery fused shut and in working order. she were successful and the internal bleeding seemed to have ceased.
Then just as she were about to call for an assistant to seal up the man's chest, the security team entered the room.
"What are you thinking?This area is sterile!" She and a few staff members were shouting in various degrees.
"You finished with him?" the man whom seemed to carry a few more stripes than the others asked?
"Yes....er, no, he still need to be closed-" Before she could finish, the officer signaled for his team to take the Mando away.
"Wait, wait!... You can't just go and take him away like this!" She shouted, while attempting to push aside with her small frame the soldiers whom were trying to take the open chest Mando away on the stretcher he was on.
"Halt guys...give her a moment." the officer then got his men to move aside from Ayda's patient.
"Doc..you got 2 minutes to close him up or where taking him to our holding stockades as is...understand?"
Ayda didn't reply, simply elbowed her way toward the Mando and sutured him up close, herself. It took but two minutes and as soon as he were closed up, the security team hauled him away to their prison stockades.
This wasn't the first, nor the last time an enemy prisoner were taken away after treatment.
Then a large percussion caused the ceiling to crack, with dust raining down on the operating tables.
"Damn it..." It were time to move..time to evacuate to a different location...
Edited by Ayda Elisantra, 15 February 2019 - 07:11 AM.