PHD #351: Awakening
Summary: Circe sees to Andrea as she draws out of her coma.
Date: 12 Feb 2042 AE
Related Logs: Bloody-Hosedown, A Bloody Mess, Enter the Swarm 2 Return of the Swarm
Andrea Circe 
Recovery Room
A much more quiet area of Medical, this elongated room is also lined with beds. Each is similarly outfitted with privacy curtains as necessary and even the paint on the walls has been lightened in an attempt to help lift spirits. Chairs are readily available all over the place so that visitors can pull one up to talk to the patients during their recovery. Near the entrance, visiting hours are posted with a very conspicuous 'No Smoking' sign.
Post-Holocaust Day:#351

Beep, Beep, Beep. With the active Viper pilots in a department meeting or on CAP, Andrea is left to beep alone in the Recovery Room. Her Ventilator has been removed, and she is breathing on her own, but still no real independent movement.

Monitoring several other patients in the room, it's a new shift a new day for Crewman Lagana. Circe sets the edge of her clipboard against her stomach and moves to the next bed, trailing a finger down the sheets as she then grabs up the more detailed information from the edge of the bed. She looks it over and movces closer to the patient, doing the list check off. Her gaze sweeps over across the way to the newest patient who seems still unresponsive - before going back to her work.

Beep, beep-beep. Beep-Beep. Beep-beep-beep-beep…. Suddenly, Hosedown's heartrate is accellerating wildly, and the hand of her good arm grips the sheet violently.

With the machines suddenly whirring to life in response to Andrea's sudden consciousness, Circe sets her boards aside on a wheeling table as she rushes across the way. She slows as she get's close and she moves to the pilot's good side. "Okay, it's okay. Easy dear.." She says in warm tone. Her hand reaches down to the bare arm and rests there. She turns to look over the monitors and then back to her again. "Breathe, you are in the recovery room, nasty landing." She says, trying to make certain she doesn't go damaging anything that as been done for her.

Andrea's eyes suddenly open wide, and her mouth opens as well. Air is being pushed out of her non-collapsed lung, making a fairly horrifying moaning sound. "AhhhhhhhAHHHHHHHH mayday… MAY…" she convulses into a wild bout of coughing. "Oh gods… oh gods…"

"Lieutenant." She says firmly as she grips her arm lightly. Her hand reaches out to rest at her stomach where she is not harmed. "Lieutenant, I need you to calm down. You are in sick bay and are being treated." Circe looks up as a few others of the staff start to rush over. "Get me 5 cc's of propofol" She looks back at the woman and again tries, "Lieutenant, I need you to calm down or I am going to have to knock you out…"

"Sickbay?" Andrea asks. Her arm tries to knock Circe away but is easily restrained by the medic. Slowly, a bit slower than maybe the EMT would have liked, she calms down, and her machines indicate a gradual return to a normal heartrate. "Oh, Gods, my head…"

"Your injuries were extensive, you need to stay still. I can get you a regulated a mount of pain killers but I can't give you too much. You will have to take some of the pain." She looks at the woman, speaking in outright honesty. Circe loosens her hold on the arm lightly, giving it a gentle brush. As the syringe is brought she waves it off. "You just came out of a coma after surgery. I don't want to knock you back out if I don't have to." She explains with a gentle smile. "Thirsty?" She then asks, watching the monitors carefully.

"Very…" Andrea coughs. "Injuries… how bad… flight… did everyone else… did we make it?"

"Everyone else is fine. Lieutenant Duncan was very concerned about you. He pulled you from your Viper after you landed…not quite sure how you managed that..but you are here which is the main thing." The medic offers a gentle smile and moves over the stool to sit next to Andrea for the moment. "Get me water." She says to one of the staff and off they go. "You got the worst of it I fear…but the doctor is a rather talented lady."

"I remember… I remember the order to return to the barn. I'd taken a couple of hits but I was okay… then… it was like my cockpit exploded… my visor…" her good hand rises up to her face.

Allowing the woman to explore, Circe looks away from the monitors and down to her. "Yes, the head injury was the worst…we managed to stop the bleeding and get you here for surgery." She intones. "It's going to be a slow recovery…but you will see it through." She smiles warmly and the water is offered to the medic. She takes it, swiveling on the chair and grasping it before offering the straw to the pilot. "Here we are." And while Andrea is drinking, Circe hits the button for the administration of the pain meds.

Andrea is thirsty as only someone who has spent a significant amount of time on a respirator can be. She gratefully drinks the water that they offer her, though she needs some help drinking it. Then the meds hit the pain like a sledgehammer, and she feels herself drifting, a bit. "Ohhh wow." She looks over. "Who… who're you?'

Once the button is pushed, Circe tilts the straw and drink a little bit to aid her. As the reaction is gotten by the flow of the meds. "Crewman Lagana. I am usually with the marines but we haven't seen ground in a while. So I am running shifts and hitting deck when you flyers come back." She then smiles and adds, "The name is Circe." She offers. "Not sure how you guys live in those sardine cans that you call fighters." She jokes a little.

"Don't know… how you guys… live without 'em…" Andrea responds, head injury and pain meds conspiring to keep her from focusing on anything too closely. "Andrea Demarcos. Hosedown."

"We've met…but I don't think you remember dear." Circe says gently. "Feeling a bit better?" She asks. "If you feel the need to sleep do not fight it. And don't worry either, you have people watching you. I am sure Drips will be back as well." She holds the water in waiting should she need more. A gentle look for the pilot is given by the emt.

As the pilot drifts off, Circe rises and places the water on the bedside table. "Rest well, hosedown. Your wingmates have got it." She promises and then steps back, turning to the other staff. "Watch her, she will probably wake after a few hours. Water, food is she can keep it down. Med's only again after six hours." She looks back at Andrea and then steps out of the line of the curtain, pulling it closed about her.

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