3 hours ago
Charlotte brought of the rear of those she had enlisted to help in bringing the worst of the wounded - those too badly beaten up to be patched and put back to work, back with her to sickbay where there were more resources. The hair framing her face was drenched in sweat and she smudges of engineering grease and soot on her uniform and hands, not to mention the blood. Though thankfully for now, none of it was hers.
When she walked through the door she handed her medical kit to Riscoe. "We're a little short-handed. Can you get pressure dressings on the worse of the wounds, try to keep people comfortable, and just do your best."
==Tag Jack Riscoe==
She barely heard his response as she jogged over to a sterilization station and stripped off her uniform jacket and sonic waves removed any leftover blood and grease from her body as she reached out and grabbed a scrub shirt and hair cap from the panel that had opened up for her. It had taken her less than a second to clock that Evie was prepping for a major procedure, and if she wasn't needed there, then there were plenty of other patients in the triage line.
Charlotte quickly pulled on her scrub top and tucked her hair under her cap and rushed up to Evie. "You need me here or somewhere else, Doc?" She asked. Her voice was steady and her breath even, Charlotte was fit and trained for this.
However, sweat was already collecting under cap thanks to the fact that the air about the ship wasn't moving as much, minimal resources to non-essential environmental controls. But that also meant that the stagnant hair that felt muggy now would quickly drop a few degrees. Space tended to do that, it wanted to suck the heat and light out of everything that dared enter its depths.
==Tag Evie==
When she walked through the door she handed her medical kit to Riscoe. "We're a little short-handed. Can you get pressure dressings on the worse of the wounds, try to keep people comfortable, and just do your best."
==Tag Jack Riscoe==
She barely heard his response as she jogged over to a sterilization station and stripped off her uniform jacket and sonic waves removed any leftover blood and grease from her body as she reached out and grabbed a scrub shirt and hair cap from the panel that had opened up for her. It had taken her less than a second to clock that Evie was prepping for a major procedure, and if she wasn't needed there, then there were plenty of other patients in the triage line.
Charlotte quickly pulled on her scrub top and tucked her hair under her cap and rushed up to Evie. "You need me here or somewhere else, Doc?" She asked. Her voice was steady and her breath even, Charlotte was fit and trained for this.
However, sweat was already collecting under cap thanks to the fact that the air about the ship wasn't moving as much, minimal resources to non-essential environmental controls. But that also meant that the stagnant hair that felt muggy now would quickly drop a few degrees. Space tended to do that, it wanted to suck the heat and light out of everything that dared enter its depths.
==Tag Evie==