Futuristic To Never Question [vanquishable]

[Lorsh]

Seri's Inventory
-Doctor's coat & satchel [Worn]
-First-aid kit [Satchel]
-Medika vial [Satchel]
-Reviver [Satchel]
-Your Citizen ID [Pocket]
-Your Ration Card [Pocket]
-$10.00 certs [Pocket]



IC below

To Never Question

You are Doctor Seri Landes, a medical professional for the medical service branch of the City of Auran, one of the outer urbzones of Sanctaria. You are currently wearing a basic doctor's coat, fitted with a satchel that contains various items, including a first-aid kit. Commonly simply referred to as FAKs, these kits are useful for healing common wounds. They contain items such as bandages, adhesive tape, sterile wipes, medical masks and gloves, tweezers and surgical scissors. Another component in this particular FAK is a vial of Meika, which is about as close to magic as there is. Medika instantly begins to heal wounds, even serious ones, if injected quickly. Despite its amazing healing properties, repeated uses of Medika will eventually cause the user to go insane. Not having long breaks between uses will also speed up this process. Medika is a bright, pinkish liquid that usually comes in small vials equipped with an extendable syringe component. The last high-powered healing item you possess is a syringe of Reviver. Reviver is a drug that can bring a downed person back to their feet from the verge of death. However, if their wounds are not healed afterwards, it won't be long until they collapse again.


"ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS, REPORT IMMEDIATELY TO SHELTERS IN PREPARATION FOR ENEMY ATTACK, RIGHT NOW."

You're probably going to have to put these items to use at one point, since the air raid sirens have just started blaring a few minutes ago. Moorea, the posthuman confederation of greenbloods, has been conducting the majority of these aerial assaults lately, though the actual front lines are many, many miles away. From the window of the fifth floor, you can see civilians rushing to safety as mobile antiaircraft guns begin to roll out onto the streets.

Currently, you are working in the Sick Ward, where your section has around ten patients and a few nurses. The patients have come down with the Pale Flu. Although not as common as other forms of sickness, it is still rather contagious and potentially deadly. The feminine voice of the hospital's PA system comes on.

"All patients walking and those which can be moved, together with visitors and staff shall go into the Out-Door Block, or courtyard, where they will be guided to the shelters. Immovable patients shall remain in the Wards. Deputed members of the staff will be required to remain with them."

It continues, now addressing your specific Ward.

"Sick Ward patients will be required to wear masks to prevent transmission in the shelters. Patients with disqualifying illnesses must remain in the Ward with deputed members of staff."​

Unfortunately, Pale Flu is disqualifying. Conrad, your head nurse, looks over to you uneasily. "I can stay," he offers. Sweat drips down his face as he glances out the window. No planes yet.

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[vanquishable]

Seri breathed in deep through her mask, willing the sound of the sirens into the background. It was like her aunt had always told her, like she’d learned from years of clambering over piles of wreckage. Stay centered.

She found herself, for a moment, seething--but wrestled it down to the place she’d locked her fight or flight. Those were the crisis standards of care, and she’d learned them back to front her first year of medical school.

She was just gonna have to make the best of it, and it’s not like that wasn’t something she’d done before.

Seri shut her eyes, pressed gloved fingers to her temples. There had to be a solution to this, something she could do, somewhere she could...

And that was it. Instantly, Seri snapped back into action, unlocking wheels on gurneys, glancing round the room for people who mightn’t be able to walk.

“I got it,” she said, in a voice she usually reserved for the operating theater. “I need you, Conrad, to help get these patients to the basement laundry room.”

And then she turned, raised her voice to address the room.

“Patients! Excuse me! We are going to relocate you to a safe-room in the basement. If you can walk, then follow, but if you need assistance moving, please let me or the nurse know.”

It would work. It... would have to work.

(Is this the sort of thing you're looking for?)

 

[Lorsh]

[Yup! Sorry for the relatively short reply, gotta head to school in a sec.]

Conrad nods quickly, rushing over to one of the patients who was in the later stages of their illness who was currently too weak to make it to their feet. All in all, there are three such individuals. You should be able to handle one of the other gurneys, though it doesn't leave anybody to handle the third. The more able-bodied patients have already risen to their feet, a few of them looking out the ward's windows as Sanctarian bomber destroyers take to the skies in order to defend the city against the foreign saturation bombers. Meanwhile, the other patients nervously look over towards you for directions. The pandemonium of people rushing through the hallways just outside the ward is heard, being clumsily directed by security staff and nurses. It looks like you still may have a few minutes before the bombers arrive.

 

[vanquishable]

The service elevator wasn’t far, though the crowds would prove problematic. People... did not seem to be very much interested in proceeding in an orderly fashion.

Still. This was Seri’s plan, and she was going to stick to it. Be committed to your actions, that’s what you’re supposed to do in a crisis.

Steeling herself, Seri turned to look over the two immobile patients-- a young boy and an older woman. Calculations rushed through her head. There was no way she was going to be able to handle two gurneys, she couldn’t ask a patient to push one, and it might be difficult to make her way back through the crowds for a second trip. The quickest thing to do...

Seri didn’t waste a second finishing out the thought, merely dove for the small boy’s gurney, gathering his brittle form up in her arms and looping his IV line over her forearm. He looked terrible, and for a moment she was uncertain about this--about any of this, what being moved so unceremoniously could do to these people.

But it was better than dying in an air raid, she told herself, and laid the little boy down beside the old woman. She hooked his IV bag onto the stand, and took hold of the gurney itself.

“You’re going to be alright,” she said, steely calm, and then looked up, ratcheted her register into an authoritative bark.

“Let’s move! Stay together, hold hands if you need to,” she ordered, pushing through the door.

It was a wreck--people streaming through the halls, coughing and hollering, jostling for space. Seri made a hard left, nearly crashing into the wall, and soldiered on, hoping that the others might follow her lead.

Not far now to the elevator, she knew... but still she chewed her lip, hoping everybody got there in one piece.

 

[Lorsh]

You hoist up the boy, quickly placing him down on the gurney belonging to the old woman, who stirs slightly in response, but moves over slightly to accommodate the new occupant. After you holler out your orders, the patients peel themselves away from the windows, some of them linking arms as they prepare to follow you outside.

You manage to squeeze your small group out into the hallways, making your way to the stairs and elevators with the rest of the crowd. You see a policewoman from the hospital's security detail up ahead. She's wearing the uniform of the Auran Constabulary, and is directing the civilians that are flooding down the hallways, pointing them in the direction of the stairwell. Using a rifle, she shoves back anybody that attempts to get too close to the elevators, as there are a few other doctors that are attempting to get their patients on gurneys to a safe location. It looks like she may prevent your able-bodied Sick Ward residents from getting a ride on the lift, which may force your section's group to split up.

 

[vanquishable]

Seri watched as the constable performed a harsh sort of crowd control, clearly hell-bent on keeping people out of the service elevator--she winced as a clearly laboring woman was shunted aside. Having done the same herself... well, she wouldn’t want to be doing it in the middle of an air raid, and if she’d had to, she’d rather be allowed the elevator.

And of course, her own patients... If they were separated from her, not only might she be unable to find them, but the strength of the contagion might wreak havoc on such a tight crowd.

For that reason, Seri figured, she couldn’t help the pregnant woman-- but she could probably use it to her advantage. Setting her jaw, Seri marched up the side of the gurney, keeping her hands on the side-rail, and tapped the constable insistently on the shoulder.

“Excuse me! Constable? I understand the need to keep the elevators clear for those who need it, but my entire group is going to require use of it when next it comes around. They are all infected with Pale Flu, and allowing them to walk in a large crowd could be a major public health risk. Do you understand me?”

 

[Lorsh]

The constable turns quickly, seemingly prepared to give you a shove with the butt of her bolt-rifle. Though, she catches herself when she realizes that you're one of the hospital's doctors. She furrows her brow as she looks the gurneys over, as well as the throng of arm-locked patients trailing behind you. As you relay your explanation about the Pale Flu, her eyes visibly widen, and she immediately steps aside without further question. "Get them in the elevators, get them out of the crowd," she orders, thankfully appearing to be on the same track as you are. Maybe she experienced the effects of the Pale Flu first hand? When the pair of elevators comes up again, the constable shoves a few other civilians away as your group shuffles inside the lifts. After everybody manages to get themselves situated, Conrad hits the button for the bottom floor inside his elevator. You're left to manage the second one. Faintly, you hear small popping sounds in the distance as the sirens continue to blare.