A MedStar trauma team takes part in events that change the fate of the galaxy forever. (Contains speculation about events in Revenge of the Sith. No spoilers.)
Soothing vibrations aboard the hospital-class MedStar ship, Recovery, had finally lured Commanding Medical Officer Ellyn Camden into much-needed sleep when the comm sounded. Rolling out of her bunk, she glared at the flashing red light that signaled a priority transmission from the medlifter and keyed to receive:
***Incoming: Human male. Identity unknown. Age estimated between twenty and twenty-five standard years. Multiple fractures and lacerations. Multiple limb amputations. Third degree burns, seventy percent body surface area. Probable smoke inhalation. Possible skull fracture. Probable spinal cord injury.***
She rubbed the grit from her eyes and thought, a transport wreck, the occupational jargon for a medical disaster. Great. Her trauma team had not slept for more than two consecutive hours in the past three days. She wondered for the thousandth time if any of the leaders in this war ever paused to consider who had to clean up their mess.
Pausing only for a cup of stimcaf, Ellyn greeted the staff congregated around the central communications desk. "This sounds fun," she said wearily.
Jared, a respiratory intensivist freshly graduated from Coruscant Med, smirked, "And why are they calling us instead of the morgue? No human can survive that."
The charge nurse, an older Corellian woman named Henil, pulled a flimisplast report sheet from the comm station. "It gets better. We've just received orders from the office of the Supreme Chancellor himself to keep this patient alive…at all costs."