ON:SS Raider
The Padding of Hurgh's feet belied the urgency with which he was moving towards the Medical bay, a young girl in his arms. The young man was extremely concerned, she hadn't moved much since he had gotten out of the shuttle. With a worried grunt, the Nepleslian continued deftly down the hallway, coming quickly to the door that read "MEDICAL BAY" quite clearly. His hands tied up, Hurgh kicked the door a few times, the urgent thumps hopefully alerting the doctor that he was there.
As the door slid open, the Nepleslian man was greeted by the slender and pale figure of the doctor. She had about her her usual calm air, and was dressed in the typical Origin Industries uniform, only having traded her jacket for a crisp white lab coat. "Please state the nature of your medical emergen-" The words were spoken in a manner that verged on a monotone, pausing only when she had a clear view of the girl in Hurgh's grasp. She put a hand to her mouth, and nodded. "Right this way." Placing a hand on his back and directing him to the nearest medical table, the doctor called to her assistant. "Farley, diagnostic equipment."
"Awright" Hurgh muttered, quickly but carefully moving to the medical table and gingerly placing the girl down "She was inna escape pod, seems to be inna bad way" He informed, trying to be helpful and stepping back a few paces. He pulled his cap off and began nervously wringing it in his hands, looking very concerned.
"Yes ma'am," the young Helashio piped up as she rolled over the large machine that Irene had indicated and situated it next to the medical table. Next she walked over to the pilot and gave him a polite bow. "Please have a seat over there by the wall, sir, so that the Doctor has room to work. I can assure you that we will take the very best care of her, sir."
Priscilla stirred, shifting herself about repeatedly on her new 'bed.' She let out a couple small murmurs, and a cough, before settling back down. In her mind... in her dream... the girl could see her parents and the crew members of the Corsair, her parents' ship, being slaughtered by evil monster squids.
Hurgh swallowed loudly, moving to the chair he was ordered to sit at. He looked very nervous, having spent two hours watching the girl moan and rustle in her obviously restless sleep. He just wanted her to get better, so his efforts would not be in vain.
Having wirelessly received some of the information of how she had been retrieved from the likely onlooking Roke, Irene placed a cool, pale hand onto Pris' forehead and retrieved her Hypolathe, deftly placing a canister of radiation medicine from NAM into it before injecting the girl with the end of the pistol-shaped device. She turned over to her adopted Helashio and nodded. "It was obvious enough that she's taken a fairly severe dose, using my cybernetic eyes. But I'd like you to get a blood sample and put her on an IV. 50 cc of Endurance and 10 cc of Serenity, combined with nutrient packets, into a saline pack." She made an appraising 'hmm' and turned to the pilot. "She seemed to have a frail body to begin with, and she's now experiencing a combination of anemia, radiation poisoning and muscle atrophy, loss of bone density and degeneration of the joints because of multiple system failures in the escape pod. For now, however, I need to focus on keeping her alive. If we can feed her and keep her from strenuous activities before treatment, her internals shouldn't give out."
At that moment, the door to the medbay opened to reveal Chef Locklem with a plate and a small dome covering over it. Tadarius looked around for a moment, taking in the panicked nature of the room for a moment. He tilted his head, "I hear there's someone in need of something easy to down and good to eat?"
"Yes, ma'am," Farley replied, walking over to the other side of the medical bed, meanwhile programming her own hypolathe for blood sample retrieval. "Mister Buu has requested that I warn all patients before I administer any use of my hypolathe, Miss. I am about to use my hypolathe," and with that simple sentence the blonde girl sticks the device into Priscilla's arm and draws a small amount of blood for testing. Setting down her hypolathe on the counter and picking up a small anesthetic napkin, next the Helashio turns her attentions to the large diagnostic machine, punching in the appropriate amounts of Endurance and Serenity and making sure to add in the nutrient and saline packages. Taking the needle tip of the hose, she returns to the patient's side. Dabbing her arm with the small wet pad, Farley, without warning this time, slides the needle into the girl's vein and turns back to the machine, checking that everything is correct one last time before turning the drip on.
Tadarius flinched for a moment, catching sight of Farley's injection. He attempted to clear out those rough, risen memories quickly.
Priscilla stirred with a wince. "Mmmnnnn...." Her eyes fluttered open before squinting into the lights on the ceiling. "Wh- whuh...." She looked to the two on either side doing the procedures on either side... and flinched. "EEP!" She attempted to scramble away in the confusion of waking up in an unknown medical bay.
"AUGH!" Buu yelled suddenly, hearing the outcry from their recent passenger. His body jumped suddenly, with his hand placed flat over the dome covering the dish.
Irene placed her hands on Priscilla's shoulders, pushing down gently but placing a kind of physical resistance that would be impossible for a weakened organic to overcome. "Please, do not move. Your body is extremely weak right now." She said calmly, attempting to make a sympathetic face as she spoke.
Priscilla whimpered, and continued to struggle, though it was lessened slightly by Irene's expression. "Mommy! Daddy! H- help!!"
Grabbing her hypolathe from the counter, Farley began to program it for a stronger sedative than what the IV was administering slowly. "Miss Irene, shall I sedate the patient?" she asked stepping from the counter back to the side of the medical bed.
Hurgh looked Extremely worried, and craned his neck to better see the young girl beyond those helping her. His face looked a little strained as her pain and confusion was evident. "Y'doin everythin' ya can there, Docta?" he asked, tugging at the collar of his uniform.
"She sounds hungry." Buu said simple, drumming his fingers on the top of the dish dome.
"N- not yet..." Irene replied, awkwardly answering the questions of all three at once. She placed her cool hands on Priscilla's cheeks and forced herself to put on a bright and happy smile for her patient. As it had allayed some of the girl's fears, it was something that she would have to do. "Please, rest yourself for now. I can assure you that you're safe on this ship." She said, half-repeating her previous message with different words. The doctor was neatly avoiding any kinds of topics that might upset her patient.
Her adrenaline still going, Priscilla tried to stop herself. It seemed Irene's attempt had worked, though Priscilla was still breathing quite rapidly from her panic. She didn't so much completely comply as to just give up her struggles nervously. It had, to her oddly, tired her out quite a bit.
"She hungry 'now'?" Buu probed again, "I don't want to be serving her cold food."
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