"OW! That so totally hurts!" -- Charles Xavier

[cityship]

The battle against the Ohm raged on, and the casualties on the ground were mounting. Injured crew members got emergency treatment in the field, which largely amounted to patching them up so they wouldn't die sometime within the next fifteen minutes. After that, they were quickly picked up by shuttle and brought back to the ship, where they were sent to a medbay that was getting progressively more crowded.

The situation was growing increasingly dire, to the point that Stacy activated one of the AI's to help out.



"Please state the nature of the medical emergency."

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[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Granted Dean was stuck getting a fireman's carry just because that was the only option at the time. Still it wasn't the best thing for the hunter as he laid once again, too injured and out to move in the back of his Impala earlier. As had been so for him so many times in the past and likely in the future.

Now he was barely breathing as the fractured lower ribs had shifted and punctured his left lung. There were several bruises, a broken left leg. Possible fractures elsewhere, and the guy still had a concussion. He woke briefly en route to medbay but promptly passed out again. Also some burns from the fire, and likely some smoke inhalation after he lost his rebreather.

[mercjedi.livejournal.com]

Kyle stopped by Dean's bed on his way to see Arha. It looked like he'd been through a lot. Whatever it had been Kyle was sure he'd saved somebody. Fighting the good fight. He just wish it didn't cost so much sometimes. He stood there for a few minutes hands on the edge of the bed eyes down, completely quiet. "Hang in there Dean. I'll come see you again."

With that he stepped away to go check up on someone else important to him.

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

It had been really, really unfortunate that the other Ohm had attacked during the fire, and even if it was something that she couldn't have stopped, Katara blamed herself for not staying in the first house. Even with the moon out, she couldn't be in two places at once, and she regretted that Dean had sustained some pretty vicious injuries. There was no way she wasn't going to wander over to Dean, after vehemently insisting she was only going to see den for a little while. The EMH had been curt with her, but happily was not immune to a concerned fourteen year old girl.

Making sure no none was watching, Katara looked over Dean, careful not to show any emotion on her face. There would be time for that later, when she was alone. For now, she could do something for the leg and the burns, but the punctured lung was something that was beyond her water healing: the EMH would have to take care of that. She worked steadily, bringing her arms slowly over the leg, healing the bone, and making sure she didn't let that tear fall from her cheek. This wasn't the time, and she knew that Dean was far from the only person needing help.

But he WOULD get it.

[cityship]

"Well, fine," the Doctor said, muttering to himself as he ran scans on Dean. "Don't state the nature of the medical emergency. He can just lie here dying and I'll figure everything out as I go along. Don't bother making my day any easier."

[Bendied through the fight and a great deal of time afterwards]

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

Arha was tucked away in a more private alcove where Luke and Mara had dropped her off. Safely cocooned in a Jedi healing trance thanks to Luke, she lie motionless and oblivious to the commotion going on around her. She was cooler than usual, her skin waxy-pale, and her presence in the Force was muted as she shut down to heal.

Her right eye was bloodshot, one of her ribs was cracked, her sternum was bruised along with much of her body--injuries mostly sustained from the crash--and she had a concussion to top it all off. With the aid of the Force and her Bene Gesserit skills, she was mending quickly. The frighteningly swollen eye had gone down some, which meant that if given sufficient motivation, she might have been able to crack it open.

Arha slept with near the stillness of the dead, her battle-weary body proven as a member of Rogue Squadron.

[sin-and-misery.livejournal.com]

Vader scowled down at her prone body. Why was he even here? There was nothing he required, and he certainly had no plans to take a hold of Arha's hand until she was well.

"What good is your power if you are unable to heal yourself?" he snapped at her.

[mercjedi.livejournal.com]

Kyle found her after the fight. Frowning he took a seat next to her bed, and reached out to hold her hand. Gently he poked at her in the Force, just enough to let her know he was there. He'd been told she'd recover, but it wasn't going to stop him from worrying about her or waiting by her side. He was still for several moments before he shook his head. She'd flown well, but smashing those Ohm fighters together had been too much. She was lucky she still had her brain inside her skull. It was a damned foolish thing to do, but despite that he couldn't be upset with her. She was going to alright, and that's all he cared about right now. She'd have the good sense to know not to pull something like that again. He wouldn't have to say a word.

For now he'd just stay near her. It was all he could do for her right now.

Re: [Bendied through the fight and a great deal of time afterwards]

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

She had been making her way to her, and had to stifle stray tears the moments he saw her teacher brought into the fray. There were no words to describe what Katara was feeling, and she didn't bother wasting them, not now. There was too much to be done, and with Arha's injuries Katara was not about to waste time bemoaning her teacher's ill luck. No one had been too fortunate in their fights to get away without a scrap, she imagined.

She started with her head: it was the part of the body that Katara had the least control over but knew that her healing would at least make it so her teacher did not suffer from more head trauma than needed. She'd seen Vader and a man she didn't know approach Arha already, and now that they were gone for the moment, she could do this. She wasn't a physician like that medical doctor, but she would do what she could.

A hand touched her teacher's cheek, and for a moment Katara looked both loving and vulnerable, remembering all too well the injuries she'd seen today. She shivered, remembering the alien acid that disintegrated a man's limbs.

"Arha," Katara said softly. "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

[governorkang]

In all the battles he'd ever fought, Kang had never dislocated a joint. The broken limbs hurt like hell, and the slashes and tears in the membranes of his wings stung, but that pain was nothing compared to what shot through him every single time he shifted his left shoulder. It was taking all of his willpower to not throw up every single time nausea rolled through him. Really, it was a wonder he was still conscious, with how weak he felt.

He was leaning on the wall, gingerly cradling his arm against his torso and cursing in a mix of languages. The humerus bone of his left wing was bent at an odd angle, obviously broken, and a bit of white bone was visible sticking out from the forearm on the same side; his scales and leather armor were also streaked with greenish blood.

Oh, dammit. His battle-axe had been left behind. Hopefully someone would retrieve it for him.

[notlewis]

"Jesus, amigo," came a strained voice from behind Kang.

Luis already looked exhausted as he pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, but he knew the injured had not even begun to filter in, and he had to help take care of as many cases as he could. He wouldn't meddle in anything life-threatening (leave that to the real medics), but he was pretty versatile otherwise.

"Let's get you fixed up," he said, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Anything I need to know about your species? Please, be detailed."

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Katara's new teacher was in a pretty bad state, but it looked as if someone was attending to him, so Katara had kept her distance until he was left alone. When that happened, Katara had brought herself over to Kang with a familiar looking weapon in her hand. She had done a pretty thorough sweep of the people who had been injured near the Ohm, and during that she'd spotted the weapon she'd seen Kang wield before, likely lost during the battle.

"Teacher," Katara said, handing him the ax. She wasn't looking her best: her clothing was tattered at the edges and in several places, her hair was out of place and there were plenty of bruises and cuts she'd sustained during the fighting, particularly with the Devourer worm. "I think you left this."

She gave him the ax, trying to keep her face calm, though the circles under her eyes suggested otherwise.

[notsaintkaiser.livejournal.com]

If anything, Vivio would be the poster child for the biggest contradiction ever. As she laid there, unconscious and injured, Vivio could be the example of why children shouldn't fight. At the same time, the fact that she willingly went out there to fight despite the dangers proved that the children can go out and fight.

Her grievous wound was the patched and stitched up spot on right her right just above where her right breast is, her arm pinned and braced to prevent movement. If she was in child form, it would have been much worse. Even so, the combination of Nanoha's rescue and Matt's Quintessence had been enough to keep things from getting worse.

Right now, Vivio sleeps a fitful sleep, Sacred Heart, little plushie that he is, watching over her.

[lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com]

There was a flash of light, like a squiggle of energy plunging downwards from somewhere next to her as Matt teletransported in next to her.

Picking up a medical scanner, he played it across her form and sighed. "Been watching out for her?" asked Matt of Sacred Heart.

There was a shine of perspiration and a weary expression on his face as he continued to work.

[hisfathersstaff.livejournal.com]

Negi rested fitfully against the bed, sighing. He had done his part and yet it didn't feel like enough. But so far, people who he cared for was safe, and he was laying with bandages across his chest and an IV was sitting next to him, feeding him drugs to keep his internal injuries from worsening.

[sanguineroyal.livejournal.com]

Nanashi managed to stumble into the medbay, looking rather exceptionally pale. For her, this was saying something. She knew she had to drink before she ended up passing out and turning on an ally.

Nanashi dragged herself over to where Sam was keeping the animal blood he had brought out earlier and bit into one bag, taking another bag with her to go sit on the nearest bed.

That bed happened to be Negi's, but she was far too consumed with draining the bag of every drop of blood to realize this.

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Katara would see Arha of course, because her teacher had been in bad enough shape to jar her fairly noticeably. When she reached Negi, her mood was significantly a bit better, happy to see that he had been properly patched up by the EMH. She reached Negi, smiling down on him.

"You were pretty brave, Negi. If it weren't for you, that Devourer work would have kept us busy for a way longer time. Thank you so much. How are you feeling?"

[saint-sami.livejournal.com]

Sasami limped her way over to where Negi was sitting. The adrenaline rush had finally ended and she was in considerable pain. As she approached the young boy, her heart sank a bit.

"Negi-kun... you okay?" Sasami asked.

[morphitudinous]

He felt terrible in more ways than one.

The strike team had been close to the node and Billy had been batting Ohm back for them for...how long had it been? Fatigue eventually struck, followed by injury. A venom-tinged claw had been moving at the right speed and angle to penetrate the uniform and plantsuit, successfully tearing a long chunk of flesh and muscle from his leg. The blood loss and pain had promptly taken him out of the battle. At least he thought so.

Cot-bound, he applied pressure to his leg in an attempt to slow the blood's progress. The plantsuit helped somewhat with that, but it was still a losing battle.

When did it get so cold? He felt queasy and tired and...hmm. Hard to think.

[lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com]

Matt had left Vivio to rest when he came across Billy. He winced. Was he the ONLY person who was simply suffering from exhaustion?

Must be.

"Hey," said Matt, stooping down to look at the wound. "Lemme see that. I can help."

Magical Doctor PhD. But what he DID know of wartime medicine was fit for 16th century Meridian.

The Shape of the Dark

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

The swarm was both perfect and hellish.

It was perfect in that he could kill with little discrimination. It was hellish in the sheer number of these things.

Still, he had been here, back to back with someone he'd do anything for, standing up against a definite evil. He'd felt the Golden Age upon him again and at first, Renne had drawn strength that he was doing his best duty. He was doing everything he'd dreamed of in that strangely dark yet perfect time.

And then he went beyond his reach.


Renne rarely dreams. Recalling those dreams therefore, is nothing hard but there are a few dreams he'd rather not recall. His eyes snap open but like always, he dreams with the same sense as he has when awake. The sound, the smell and the feel of things around him could wreak havoc by themselves.
His imagination just puts a darker edge to it.

Logic dictates that with an eidetic memory having lost that precision years ago, it'd be only logical that he has little, if any, recollection of how he'd ended up here. Wherever 'here' is, aside from smelling like a sterile location. Medically sterile.
He doesn't make a sound above whispering a name his nightmares had just put through the fire.

And then Renne hauls himself up to crawl. Duty once again is his Prime Directive.

[morphitudinous]

By now, Billy had healed to the point that he would be cleared to leave the Med Bay soon. He still felt exhaustion, but the healers had patched him up nicely.

With those concerns out of the way, he had Renne to worry about. They had been separated on the battlefield, and they hadn't been in contact with each other since. So when the human heard his brother scurrying by, he called:

"Renne?"

[hatngartersnake.livejournal.com]

"Being a stupid nasshead who won't come to get treated," Jeka explained through clenched teeth. One arm was dangling limply from a visibly-swollen shoulder, and Nura was tossed over her other shoulder like a particularly wiggly sack of soy. "Unfortunately, I'm not entirely certain that's treatable. Her leg is also injured, but I'm not sure how badly."

She deposited her Naltorian cargo on the nearest flat surface and moved to cradle her injured arm. "And I don't know what the $%#& is wrong with my shoulder, but it #$%&ing hurts."

[cityship]

"You'll have to give me a minute to look through my medical database to find a condition which symptoms include agitation and increased use of vulgarity. That might take a moment," he told her as he ran scans on both of hem, starting with Nura.

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

Down in the Hangar, the airlock was closing.

The Dart limped dutifully through the rows of parked ships, some pristine like she had been, some damaged and parked for the same reasons she was now here. Her seamless hull of polished black metal was spattered with Ohm, little bits of them having managed to cling in the vacuum, now dropping behind her like a sickly trail of inhuman blood. The nose and cockpit were completely smashed inwards, though by now her internal repair systems had somewhat rectified this problem, but the windshield was still missing and there was that problem of keeping the makeshift plasma barriers up and the vacuum out.

Otherwise Dustin would’ve stayed in the battle.

He parked his ship near the front, landing somewhat ungracefully with only his prosthetic to guide the Dart’s descent. The opaque shielding fell soon after, the engine died down, and the pilot stared out blankly in front of him.

…Welp, no time like the present! Dustin smiled drunkenly and undid his harness, pressed the release mechanism on his pressure suit—metal grated against metal as it contracted away from a lower limb pinned under the dashboard, freeing the shattered flesh and blood-soaked trouser leg with a burst of pain that quickly pulled Dustin’s addled mind in order. Said suit was soon forgotten in favor of examining his now revealed injuries, most of which he was already quite aware; his whole right side was, in effect, crushed in like the front of his ship, sparing his arm in favor of crippling his shoulder, and thank whatever deity may exist that the extent of his internal injuries was restricted to a collapsed lung, which had by this point been mostly reinflated and drained of trapped air and blood, though it was no less painful to breathe. If the ASIS hadn’t worked so diligently at the first instant it could Dustin would’ve bled to death a while ago—as it stood he was still covered in red, dried blood caking his chin and front, staining his teeth, adding a sickly tint to the black fabric of his pants, occasionally spotted by the protruding ends of stark white, jagged bone.

About this time his mind slipped again and Dustin, ever the optimist, realized that he’d just piloted a spaceship for the first time, was shot down, survived falling into the vacuum of space, managed a few more shots and made it back here with one arm that wasn’t even real. The awesomeness of this produced a giddy smile that strained against the grimace of clenched teeth, and with a hoarse laugh he cried, ”I made it!” into the open space, accompanied by an exuberant fist pump.

And then he promptly fell unconscious.

[fieldpromoted]

"Jesus, Mary, Joseph," Trudy said, feeling every inch of every muscle screaming at her as she climbed down from her X-wing. The G-forces she had been pulling were not at all comfortable and not anything she was used to for that long. Her stomach tried to express its displeasure at being back on a relatively unmoving surface so suddenly and Trudy swallowed hard to keep it in its place.

That's when she spotted Dustin. "Oh, hell, couldn't you have waited to get to the Medbay before you passed out?" she snarled at him, limping over. She whistled through her teeth as she got a look at the damage, nudging him with her foot to see if he stirred. "On second thought, it's probably a good thing you passed out. This would be a hell of a trip if you hadn't."

She had to take a few deep breaths to steel herself before she hauled his skinny frame up on her back with a grunt of effort, staggering slightly as she made for the nearest transport tube. He was light - practically weighed nothing at all - but even that little bit was an effort.

By the time they finally got to the Medbay and were greeted by the EMH, Trudy was ready to pass out. She laid him down on the bed. "Well, you want it in order of seriousness or from the top down?" she asked, and then made a face. "S'cuse me," she said, leaning over to grab the nearest empty basin before throwing up.

[on-an-impulse.livejournal.com]

Shinn could not state the nature of his medical emergency, because he was unconscious. He'd also gotten a bleeding head wound, a broken arm, some sharp electric shocks, and a lovely collection of nicks and bruises from small explosions -- you know, as one does when a cockpit gets fried.

[cityship]

"Pfft, pilots," the Doctor muttered to himself, starting work on Shinn's head wound first, and scanning for any brain damage. He could spot a cockpit injury a mile away, years of working with Tom Paris made him an expert on them. "Doesn't anyone teach you how to fly around danger?"

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

OH NO, HICCUP LOST A LEG - oh wait, that was already like that.

He'd been brought up earlier, but patiently waited as others more injured than him were treated first. Faking that you're not as dizzy as you are and that you're feeling okay, no really, take care of so and so first, while honorable, isn't the best idea when you've had a ton of blood loss.

Good going, Hiccup.

Of course, the fact that he was more than a little terrified of the Medbay equipment might have had something to do with his whole trying to avoid it.

So now, after trying to walk a few steps to move out of the way of a stretcher, and collapsing, he was in his own Medbay cot, looking up at the lights.

"No, really, I'm fine. I could go all day without getting treated." He added, "Or forever. Forever's good. Really, it's just a flesh wound. Bad scratch. You can turn off the spooky bug machines and torture devices, lance something--I don't know what exactly, but I know you doctors like lancing things--and then let me go. I'll be fine."

Said the very pale kid covered in blood with a hastily tied bandage on his right thigh.

[canhashypospray.livejournal.com]

"Nice try, kid." Bones says, giving the bandage on Hiccup's leg a very skeptical look. There was no possible way it had managed to do anything except temporarily stanch the bleeding until it got completely soaked through with blood... and Bones would deal with what (barely) passed for a prosthesis on the kid's other leg when his patient wasn't in danger of moving from a Class II to a Class III hemorrhage.

"There's not going to be any lancing, because we're not in the twelfth century and you've already lost more than enough blood today, but I'm going to take a look at that gash on your leg." This isn't an optional checkup, either.

[deadforawhile.livejournal.com]

Marcus had collapsed in one of the medbay's chairs, although the chair didn't seem very happy about having to take Marcus' weight for an extended period of time. The gashes on Marcus' arms and legs, some of which went deep enough to see shining metal bone through his plantsuit, weren't so much bleeding as they were oozing slowly.

He's clearly not going to die any time soon, but right now it would be extremely difficult for Marcus to pass as human.

[neverwastenaya.livejournal.com]

Neither could Tenaya, whose Venjix components were visible underneath torn skin, and of course, her right hand had been all but destroyed and had finally fallen off, lying on a pillow next to her. But there were still bleeding cuts on her body--real, human injuries that no machine could fake, just like the one that had confirmed her identity.

But for now, she was unconscious, her systems trying to reboot after the Node's energy had caused them to crash.

POST-BATTLE

[cityship]

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate could barely limp her way into the medbay. She felt exhausted and hurting, there were multiple acid burns on her body. She had some bloodloss, and injuries from where some of the Grunts tried to slice into her.

She flopped wearily onto one of the beds where she had some quick patches to limit the bleeding, but not much could be done for the burns from the Grenadiers.

"Gee, where should I start?"

The only good part was that it was over. Still it felt strange that they just would leave...