skin, bone, and arrogance
FIV Hippocrates - Following the Battle of Castemere
The docking of the Frontrunner would have been, on any other day and on any other ship, a big deal to be met with pomp and circumstance. But the medical professionals aboard the FIV Hippocrates had little care for such formalities; they had lives and limbs to save. And so Natasi was greeted by a single medical officer orderly who had no information on Yvarro's condition but knew where her room was. Natasi was grateful for his assistance. The halls were busy but almost preternaturally calm. Occasionally a staccato order was called out by a doctor or nurse, but it was in the tone of someone needing something done urgently, not someone panicking. This all suited Natasi Fortan well enough. They were -- well --
Busy was an understatement. All surgical suites were full and the triage arena ran red with blood, men and women were slumped up waiting for their turn and others were being carried down to the morgue. The observation deck had been cleared out for the Grand Moff, but she was not here. She had been waiting outside of Admiral Fiolette Yvarro's room for quite sometime. Captain Blake and Major Eldrel found her here waiting for whatever news someone might bright. Major Eldrel put a hand along Blake's shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze as she turned away to head back into the fray.
Captain Blake slowly walked toward the Grand Moff, pulling off his surgical cap, his mask was already hanging around his neck. "Grand Moff?" He addresses her by her title and is nervous while doing so, "Admiral Yvarro is out of surgery, and she is ... stable, critical still, but at least her vitals have stabilized."
He looks her in the eyes and tells her plainly, "it's going to be a very, very long road for her." Clearing his throat he continues, "we've taken out broken vertebrae, and have inserted artificial disks, her back as it stands now is being held together by metal. We're creating a synthetic weave for her right now and we'll go back in and apply this to her back. We've also inserted artificial organs for her right kidney and right lung."
"She's got new blood, her legs were also broken, we'll have to go back in and repair those with metal rods and pins, we'll also need to have another surgery for her feet and give her prosthetics."
Natasi put her hand to her mouth, dark eyes filling with tears at the description of what had happened to her aunt. She didn't know the woman well, but she was family, and more important, a connection to the past when she was sure all such connections had been severed. "Thank you -- Captain Blake, is it?" she asked, squinting at his badge. "Thank you so much for what you've done. Is there -- can I see her? Even if she's still out, I need to get my eyes on her."
[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
