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The wind whipped rain into the rescue cage as it lowered Nikki and Dianne to the pitching deck of the Saucy Lady. "This is going to be tricky, isn't it?" Nikki asked.

"Oh my, yes," Dianne replied. "Very tricky. I hope you don't get motion sickness."

"Not to my knowledge," Nikki said, watching the deck come closer and closer. "But this is no place to find out, is it?"

Landing on the wet, slippery, and rolling deck, they were met by Captain Bowers and Jock Fergusson.

"Are we pleased to see you!" Captain Bowers said. "We are trying to keep Tommy as still and warm as possible below decks. Jock here thinks that his leg and hip is broken, and from the amount of bruising, some internal bleeding as well."

Dianne smiled as the two women were escorted below decks. "Well, we'll scan him and see what there is to see and if he needs immediate treatment, we're prepared." She looked around. "What other injuries do you have? My colleague here will triage and set up an order of people to go up to our ship."

"Apart from young Tommy, who is the most seriously injured, one man has a badly cut arm. Although we have managed to staunch the bleeding, it may be needing a stitch or two. There are two of my older crew with cuts and bruises, one of whom is a diabetic and has a badly injured foot, and should be attended to as soon as possible."

"Sounds like the diabetic first after Tommy here," Nikki said. "I'll take a look at him."

"F-A-B, En." They came to the place where Tommy was, wrapped up warmly against the cold. Dianne smiled at the young man. "You can call me 'Doc'. I'm here to take a look at you and then get you out of here." She peeled back the blankets and took out her scanner.

"Hmm. A definitely broken fibula, but I think that the thigh is slightly dislocated where it meets the hip and the hip's not broken. My surgical scanner will give me a better view. The bruising is a cause of concern. You may be losing your spleen today. And a couple of fingers are fractured, too." Dianne gave Tommy an encouraging look. "Your spleen should be the only thing you lose today." She covered him back up. "I'll splint the leg, then pull you out of here."

Tommy tried to smile at the reassuring Doc, but the thought of being moved made him afraid. He didn't want to be moved, but he knew that there was no other option. If only the pain and nausea would go away. He thought longingly of Mary and Charlotte. He was certain that this would be the subject of news, news that he didn't want Mary to know about. She'll be frantic with worry. The Doc began to splint his leg and he began to be prepared to be lifted off the boat.

Dianne pulled an inflatable splint from the medikit and fastened it around Tommy's leg, then inflated it. Then she took out a hypospray. "This is a systemic analgesic. It will help with the pain. You may feel drowsy; don't fight it." She pressed it against his neck and Tommy winced at the hissing sound.

Nikki returned. "The diabetic is in a bad way, too, Doc. Do you think he could come up in the first trip?"

Dianne shook her head. "There won't be room with the stretcher."

"Then why don't I stay here and send him up. I'll come up with the other two injuries. Do... I mean, Dee, can meet you at the rescue cage...."

"Sounds like a plan, En. Dee?"

Dominic was startled up in Thunderbird Seven to hear his code name called. "Yes, Doc?"

"Meet me at the rescue cage in 10 minutes. En is going to stay here and bring up our next injured."

"F-A-B, Doc."

Slowly, Tommy was placed on the stretcher. He was drowsy from the analgesic, but for the first time in what seemed like hours, pain free. The Doc explained that the stretcher would be placed in a cage and be winched up. Groggily he nodded. Captain Bowers helped the diabetic into the rescue cage, too, and watched as it was winched slowly up and away from the deck. The young female nurse turned to Captain Bowers.

"We are going to get the other injured crew members off next."

Dominic stood beside CJ just inside the bay doors. He helped Dianne take Tommy back to the treatment area. Christopher took a few moments to help the diabetic, and Dom settled the man on a bed as CJ went back to the winch. The surgical scanner passed slowly under Tommy's body and Dianne hissed.

"That spleen is going to have to come out now. Dee? Let's get him prepped."

"Yes, Doc," Dominic said firmly, entering the surgical area and taking out the scissors to remove Tommy's clothing. Dianne stood by Tommy's head. "Tommy, we're going to have to take that spleen out now. It can't wait. Do you understand?"

Tommy nodded. There were so many questions he wanted answered. Was the operation dangerous? Would he be able to continue working as a fisherman? He couldn't imagine any other way of life. He tried to speak but somehow in his groggy state he didn't appear to be able to speak. Suddenly he looked at the Doc and in almost a whisper asked, "Will I die?"

Dianne smiled and smoothed back Tommy's dark hair. "No. You won't die. Not on my watch." She pulled out a hypospray and put an ampoule into it. "This is some anesthesia. By the time you wake up, you'll be in the hospital and everything will be just fine." She pressed it against his neck and it hissed and Tommy's world slowly went dark.

She turned to Dom. "Let me know when he's prepped. I'll take a look at our diabetic out here and work on his foot in the meantime."

"Yes, Doctor." Dom smiled. This was the kind of work he loved and he was doing it for the very best organization in the world!

In the meantime, Captain Bowers was ready to grab the rescue capsule as it came down for the second time. He looked at it dubiously. How can these people do this all the time? Throw themselves into these situations without thinking about their own safety? He was suddenly shocked to see a frogman come over the side of the trawler, carried by a wave. The frogman saw him, gave him a small salute, and headed for the stern of the boat, an equipment bag over one shoulder.

"He's one of ours," Nikki said as she came up behind him, supporting the diabetic patient. "He and another frogman are going to try to cut the mine free."

"I hope t' God they kin do it," the Captain said. He reached out for the rescue cage and held it in place. "Will ye be comin' back down for th' next trip?"

"No, sir. But each man has been numbered and they know what order they're to come up in. Now don't you be getting any ideas of going down with the ship, Cap'n," Nikki warned him, shaking a finger at him. "I know you'll be last up though."

Captain Bowers watched as slowly the rescue cage was filled with the injured, and it was winched up from the deck of the Saucy Lady. He saw the bright light of a laser being used at the stern of his ship and a pang went through him as he realized that he was about to lose something that was almost as valuable to him as his own soul; he was about to lose his Saucy Lady.


Post by Tawnyangel22 and Tikatu on 16/08/2004


Jeff heartbeat Dianne plain My IR:TNP OTP!
 
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