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

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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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.

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.

It was a cost he kept giving, time and again. To the point he wondered when everything was going to stop. And how tempting it was to let it. To let go. But there was always still a job to do, another hunt.

Somewhere locked in his mind, he thought he saw a dark haired girl smiling at him.

Tessa... not again.

But then as others worked on him, she just brushed a hand over his forehead, and gave a sad wave before fading.

It would still be some time before he started to stir, his brother's name on his lips.

Edited 2010-06-30 18:59 (UTC)

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.

He'd thank her for the help if he could, but the trauma to his body from the fall and the fire left him still out cold, struggling to breathe.

"I should have stayed," Katara said softly, "But what could I do? There was another one there, and it was causing MORE fires. I didn't want to leave you guys. But it...it disintegrated people's limbs. I couldn't let it go on. I just wished I'd stayed. You were great out there, trying to get those people to safety."

And she slowly closed her eyes and felt the bruised ribs much like she could feel the blockage of chi. Luckily for her, she could actually DO something about the ribs, unlike the blocked chi. She brought her hands a bit to the ribs now, trying to mend them. She started to sweat here though: the fighting and bending and healing was starting to take its toll. Even the moon being out was not going to stop her from getting tired if she spent too much energy today. She had to stop, but at least there was some mending happening.

"The EMH is on its way," she said. She smiled down at him, and got up. "Please get better soon. I'd like to talk to you after this. You look a little like Sam. I wonder if you're his brother. You seem alike."

Upon hearing his brother's name, like a summoning, Dean rasped out a quiet, "Sammy." His green eyes flickered under the eyelids before stilling again.

Katara smiled. So it was true, he was Sam's brother. It was totally something Sam would have done too, even if people had thought Sam handled everything badly. "I'm sure he's coming soon," Katara said. "Siblings can;t stay away from each other too long around here, you know."

A while after he been patched up, Dean groaned, and his eyes opened again.

"Sam, where?" Not here. Wasn't somebody talking about him earlier? A girl's voice that sounded vaguely familiar.

"Not here," Katara said, a little surprised he had just woken up so suddenly.
"I was just...talking out loud. But I knew a little about him: he was the one that led that Yeerk invasion. A lot of people thought that he was crazy and violent...but I saw he was trying to help people even if they didn't. I can see you were doing the same thing."

She gently wiped some of the blood off his face. "I can't so much for the internal injuries, but I'll do my best with the outer. I'm sure the doctor can help the concussion.

Even as he was lying there, it was obvious he was exhausted and worn out. Dean was fighting sleep.

"You mean you knew the old one. Or the other one Stacy grabbed. Not sure if my brother would, but he'd have his reasons for it. To save others."

It was apparent that Dean was tired, and Katara was sensitive to that. She brought a hand to his face, trying to clear up some of the bruises. Her chest still was twisted inside, seeing the injuries he sustained.

"Yeah, I did hear there were two. I wish I could have met your brother Sam. The one I met was very alone, but he stood by his decision, and he cared about the people on the ship. The Yeerks are something we still have to worry about, after all."

Dean wanted to ask about more about them, but his strength was fading. He could feel himself being pulled back under, and he gave up fighting it as he closed his eyes again.

He murmured as he fell asleep again, "Check library... the big geek."

Katara nodded as hew started to go under again. She had NO idea who this big geek was he was talking about, but she would look into it.

"Right," she said, and patted his shoulder. "Sleep well."

"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."

Edited 2010-06-30 13:21 (UTC)

The gasping sound he was making now gave a good indication something just ain't right with his lungs. Katara's ability helped his broken leg, but there was still the concussion, the multiple contusions over his body, fractured ribs on the lower left side, possible internal bleeding. And a punctured lung as the cherry on top.

Blearily dazed green eyed slightly opened, and his mouth made the words of 'Sam,' before they slid shut again.

Still huffy (he was always like that after being deactivated for long periods of time), he went to work on treating Dean. A vascular regenerator would help deal with the punctured lung while an osteogenic regenerator would repair his ribs, which should get him stabilize his breathing. He also place monitors on Dean's forehead to keep tabs on his brain activity, then scanned for further injuries.

Edited 2010-06-30 18:04 (UTC)

The regenerator would have an easy time of it at least for the ribs. The other took longer but finally his breathing and heartrate slowly returned to a steady rhythm.

No REM sleep, but at the moment it was at least a morestoring quieter sleep than he usually had. No nightmares visiting him for the time being.

With Dean stable for the moment, the Doctor wandered away to help some more of the incoming patients, before coming back to finish up. There were a number of bruises and cuts that needed to be fixed.

"Vitals stable, heart rate is good..." He was basically talking to himself, with Dean still out, but it was a force of habit. "I expect a full recovery. And, hopefully, next time you want to bring the house down, you'll have sense enough not to be inside of it."

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