Caesera backed out of the room slowly, pulling a newbie intern aside,
"See that that woman is comforted, or sedated" He muttered, "And get that room cleaned up"
The intern nodded and almost tripped over his own shoelaces in the rush to follow orders.
Kurt was tired, he had another two hours of running rounds before he could relax, take a nice swig of the vodka in his desk, and leave his twelve hour shift.
He arrived at the busy nurse station, ignoring most of the things happening around him as he casually shuffled through the stack of patient's charts, looking for something interesting to do. He felt a rushed tug on his arm as a small Hispanic nurse tried to get his attention.
"Doctor Caesera, sorry" She paused, looking flushed, "We need you!"
She pulled on his arm, breaking into a run towards the Emergency Room, Caesera followed, weaving his way in-between an orderly and some patients. The nurse disappeared through the push doors, Kurt following closely behind. She disappeared through some some curtains, Caesera rushed in behind.
"What are we looking at?" he questioned, slipping on some gloves and a protective gown,
"Shrapnel, some ordinance exploded in the loading bay below, this poor sucker was in the line of fire" the nurse replied,
"Do we have his name?" Caesera asked, seeing another Doctor across from him,
"Caesera, get that line in so we can tube him!" the other Doctor ordered,
"On it"
"Sub-Lt James Escuella, engineer-class"
Caesera cursed, feeling for a pulse, "His heart's stopped, put him on a monitor, get that blood up and page surgery"
"Alright" the other Doctor replied, "Nurse, get Doctor Vaschenko in here, I'm going to try and stabilise him"
"Charge the defib, or else we're gonna lose him"
"Clear" the other Doctor ordered, using the paddles to try and revive the patient,
"We're losing him, again" Caesera ordered,
"Clear!"
One more shock, no response.
"Come on, don't die on me..."
"Clear!"
Another shock, still no response.
"Again!" Caesera ordered,
"No... that's enough, we've maxed out, he's not young and healthy"
"We're not going to lose him!"
"We already have!" The other Doctor swore, throwing the paddles aside, the flatline tone clear, "Time of death fourteen-"
"Wait!" Caesera yelled, seeing a small pulse on the monitor, the flatline tone abruptly ended, "It's faint, we gotta move quickly"
The other Doctor adjusted some dials and began chest compressions,
"Caesera, we gotta get him up to surgery now"
"Alright, Vaschenko can take over from here" Caesera backed away, seeing Vaschenko arriving on the scene.
He moved away from the trolley, out into the corridor, leaning his back against the wall and sighing.
"I need a drink"
Doctor Kurt Caesera - Lieutenant in the Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army.
Education: Studied at Cambridge University, Trained to be a medical practitioner at Chesterton Medical School.
Trained in ship maintenance, basic pilot and combat skills at the Coalition Hong Kong Training Facility.
Operations: Gold Thirteen, Gold Squadron
Medical Team, CPW-Trotsky
Zhukovsky Medical Centre, Zhukovsky Station