Location | Shuttle Bay, Jedi Temple, Deneba |
Participants | [member="Kei Raxis"] | [member="Draconis Caesar"] |
Having woken several of the medtechs (though not the one she had but earlier sent to get some rest), Teynara found herself heading to the shuttle bay with an emergency kit over one shoulder, and a hovergurney floating next to her, pushed along by the strongest of the medtechs, not that it required much force to get it going. They sadly couldn't take everything they'd need for an emergency: most of their kit was kept in the medical bay, but another of the technicians had stayed behind to get everything ready. Have to charge up the Doppraymagno scanner, have the Antidote Synthesizer on standby in case of poison, as well as get one of the Bacta Tanks filled up with fresh Bacta. Always much to do, particularly since they had no idea what the incoming patient was afflicted with.
Reaching the shuttle bay, the double doors parted to allow them entry, allowing a view into the expansive bay. The ceiling had similarly retracted as it did when expecting a new arrival, though Teynara noted that the enclave's defenses were powered up, with anti-aircraft guns tracking the incoming shuttle, just to be on the safe side. A good precaution, as much as I might hate it. Teynara understood the necessity for the Jedi to be able to defend themselves, but it still felt wrong in some respects. Though at least we aren't as militant as our brothers and sisters among the Silver Jedi, she reflected. Thank the Force.
The shuttle landed firmly against the reinforced permacrete floor, a hiss of hydraulics issuing forth as steam poured from the landing struts, releasing the built-up heat from the shuttle's engines, to prevent any damage to the internal components. The boarding ramp that secured the vessel unlocked and descended to allow the ship's occupants to disembark. First among them being a hovergurney that wasn't dissimilar to the one that floated next to Teynara, though it wasn't as new nor as advanced in terms of some of the onboard technologies: one thing the Order hadn't stinted on was good medical tech.
"Alright, let's get your patient transferred over," she remarked, ignoring protocol in the face of an emergency. They could exchange pleasantries later. The patient on the bed was evidently unconscious, his tan skin covered in dirt and smelling faintly of smoke, his clothes having been torn off him as part of whatever on-board medical treatment he had received from his colleagues. Burns appeared all over his torso, though Teynara noted that they were contact wounds. What caused that?, she wondered quietly. No matter: she'd soon find out.
One of the Jedi Healers that had come along reached out with one hand and made a gentle raising motion, and without moving so much as a hair out of place, the patient rose carefully from the gurney and floated through the air until he came to rest on the one that the Jedi had brought with them. Useful skill, that one, the Padawan thought ruefully, watching the intricate use of telekinetic skill that she'd yet to delve into. I'm still on the sensory arts, the young woman reflected. No matter. She'd add that to her list.
"We'll take it from here," the young woman observed, nodding in thanks to the meds that had come from the shuttle, though they were accompanied by another, one that was clearly concerned for their patient in a fashion that wasn't clearly that of a medical practitioner fretting over a patient's condition. A friend, perhaps, or a colleague? "You're welcome to tag along, provided you don't get underfoot," she told him, gesturing that he could follow, as the group headed out of the shuttle bay, pushing the hovergurney ahead of them.
The Medical Bay was placed close to the shuttle bay precisely for this sort of reason. They entered quickly, and suddenly the previously-quiet room was awash with activity. First priority, let's find out what's wrong with you, shall we? The hovergurney was secured under the dopraymagno scanner, and the medtechs stepped back so that the scanner could do its work, and figure out what sort of treatment would be needed. Teynara already had a few ideas, but they needed to make sure there was no more severe internal trauma that would need to be handled before the more superficial wounds.
"Contusions on the throat, contact burns across arms and chest...indications of bone calcification. That'd certainly explain the lack of consciousness," the blonde remarked, staring at the scanner with a stern expression. She turned briefly to the patient's companion, raising a slender eyebrow. "Someone been playing too close to a high-powered electrical field, have they?" The Padawan shook her head and sighed softly. "Not to worry. We can do something with that."
The contusions suggested that some force had been applied to the young man's throat, in the way that might have been expected had someone put their hands around there and tried to throttle him, but the bruising didn't suggest handprints. That is interesting. The contact burns weren't severe: they were pretty normal for someone who had been exposed to a severe electrical shock, and the resulting calcification had no doubt left the poor man feeling dehydrated, faint and undoubtedly likely to have trouble standing up for a while. And he's going to have one heck of a headache when he wakes up.
"Let's get our patient prepped for Bacta immersion," she said softly. Although they could deal with his injuries without that, the calcification was a more problematic issue, and Bacta was always recommended in such cases. "Just to be on the safe side. Severe electrical shocks can damage neural pathways, and if the heart gets too much of a jolt, it can easily fall out of proper rhythm. Seems okay for now, but we want to make sure there'd no degredation." The blonde woman shrugged slightly. "Bacta's the best way to go for now. Once he's in there, we can see about waking him up, if you like."
They stripped the patient down and prepared him for immersion: the tank was horizontal, rather than one of the vertical tanks, the sort that would make it easier to place a patient inside. They stripped most of his clothing down, then placed him inside gently, before sealing up the unit and fitting it with bacta. They'd placed a face mask over the lower half of his face, covering his mouth and nose and ensure that he didn't inhale any of the bacta directly into his lungs (it'd do no harm if he did, but a lot of patients panicked if they felt their lungs filling with fluid, even if it was well-oxygenated). The mask also had a built-in comm system that would allow the patient to talk, when he finally woke up.
"All we have to do now is wait," the blonde said with a faint smile. Wasn't nearly as bad as I was expecting. "You guys can go back to sleep, if you'd like," she said, speaking to the medtechs. Clearly things weren't so dire that they were needed for the moment. "Still my shift, sadly, so get some rest! You can swap with me in the morning," the Padawan added. There wasn't much to be done here now: the medical treatment required was fairly standard, at least.
