Post 240: Time Heals All Wounds, Doesn't It?

Stardate: 070622.1535
Title: Time Heals All Wounds, Doesn’t It?
Author: Lieutenant Junior Grade Michael Windsor
Scene: Deck 12: Medical
Time: After "Truth or Consequences and before the Away Teams return.

Sickbay had been such a hive of activity, emotions were charged. At first there was extreme sadness at each death and overwhelming joy at the saving of lives. But as the hours drew on and the medical teams slowly rotated, emotions became less extreme, with death still feeling sad, but more routine to Lt. Windsor and the people in Sickbay.

Hundreds of people passed through the main area of Sickbay, some with major injuries and some with minor cuts and abrasions. At its peak there were people lined up down the corridor, 28 waiting to be seen and more in the triage zone on the surface. One could see how busy it was, even the EMH was activated – for which Lieutenant McBrayne oozed distrust.

Michael couldn’t stand feeling the deep pain, heartache and sorrow from the people waiting. Looking down the corridor he saw the next patient, a young child crying and screaming.

*It’s Medical not Security Help the CMO needs in here.*

That thought prompted Michael to help out as much as he could without raising suspicion in the Chief Medical Officers mind.

“Come this way little one, my name is Mickey, lets see what we can to get you well again” said Michael in a very passionate and caring tone, as he extended a hand of friendship.

“M-m-mickey I lost my Mummy.” said the little one, as he ran into Windsor's arms.

Michael picked up the little child and carried him into the Sickbay, placed him on a biobed and like an old hand, he activated all the monitoring devices and confirmed the report from the Triage Zone, this child was more injured then he looked.

What looked like a simple fractured arm, actually lead to nerve damage and somehow a collapsed lung. Michael was simply amazed that the child was still breathing, let alone screaming and hugging. His adrenalin levels must be through the roof.

Michel quickly went to work, raising the arcs of the biobed, administering anesthetic through a hypospray, tapping away at the console vigorously, carefully monitoring the life-signs of the young child.

After a few minutes of tapping the console, using the built-in laser scalpels and holographic microseparators the child’s lung was fully functional and the arm reset, and the child drowsily awake.

“Thank-you Mickey, but it still hurts here” said the boy, placing his hand over his chest, with tears building up in his eyes.

Michael could see from the monitor, and feel from the young man that this was not a medical problem but the same broken heart most of the crew themselves had. As Michael put his hand on the child’s head… “Only time can heal that wound my friend, it may take a little while, but time does heal all wounds”

“Lieutenant Windsor, what are you doing?” shouted the Chief Medical Officer as she approached.

*Busted* thought Michael

At that moment, a crewman entered the Main Sickbay with a body on a trolley. The body of Lieutenant Baux

*This is one wound time can not heal.*

Michael Alexander Windsor
Lieutenant Junior Grade
Security Officer
USS Independence, NCC-90791