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From: Tikatu Sent: 3/20/2006 3:44 PM
"My baby, my baby," the young woman moaned. The translation arrived in Dianne's ear a few seconds later, and she sighed. The young woman, so hysterical in the overturned truck, was lying on the surgical bed while it scanned her. The doctor increased the magnification on part of the scan, looking at it critically.
Suddenly, Elise's picture popped up in her visor. Dianne blinked quickly.
"What is it, Frankie?" she asked irritably.
"Mobile Control wants to know how much longer," Elise said in a rueful tone.
"You tell Maverick that Ah'll be done when Ah'm done an' he'll be th' second one t' know."
Elise chuckled. "F-A-B, Doc."
Her picture winked out and Dianne turned her attention back to the scan. Increasing the magnification once more, she peered at the screen intently, then her face relaxed and she smiled. Turning off the monitor, she took the hand of the young woman and caught the girl's eye.
"Hey, there," she said, waiting for the translation to catch up with her words. "You're going to be fine and so is your baby."
"I... I'm not going to lose my baby?" the girl asked, her eyes wide.
"No, you're not," Dianne said firmly. "You're just a bit shaken and you have a relatively mild case of whiplash, that's all. Now, let's get you down from here. You need to keep that collar on for the next two weeks, and I will give you a pain reliever, as well. All of you that will be joining your... uh... husband, will have instructions to follow so you'll heal properly."
She pulled Boushra into a sitting position and helped her down from the surgical table. Escorting the young woman into the medical cabin, she uploaded her doctor's notes to the computer. Nikki was busy with the little boy who had the broken arm; Dianne had set it, and now he was asleep on one of the beds.
"Who's left?" Dianne asked her nurse.
"One of the men from the truck you triaged, and two of the children," Nikki replied. "He's a bit higher on the triage list than they are since they were both in safety seats."
"Where is he?"
"He's been waiting in the pod."
"All right," Dianne said with a nod. "Bring him straight into the surgery through the back. That way he won't see the women."
"Yes, Doc," Nikki replied.
Dianne went into the surgery and took the time to clean her hands with gel and don fresh gloves. She also prepared a hypospray of sedative and put it beside the surgical table.
The back door to Thunderbird Seven opened, and Nikki escorted the next patient inside. The back emergency entrance was rarely used since opening it ran the risk of contaminating the surgical area. But even if it was opened, there were safety procedures in place to cut any contamination to the minimum. Besides, Dianne didn't foresee any surgery in this case.
She patted the table. "Let's get you up here, sir."
The man looked around suspiciously. "Where is the doctor?"
Dianne folded her arms and glared at her patient. "I am the doctor."
He glared back at her. "I do not believe you. Women cannot be doctors."
"Maybe not in your world, but we can in the rest of it," she retorted. "Now, are you going to get up here under your own steam? Or am I going to have to sedate you?"
"You cannot make me submit to your examination. I wish to see a male doctor," he replied with rancor.
"Listen, you. If you don't get up on this table right now, Ah will sedate you." She showed him her hypospray. "And my nurse and Ah will do what we need to. Then, when we deliver you to your leader, we will tell him an' all your pals you were so afraid of a woman doctor that you fainted dead away."
The translation on this took some time, but by the end of it, the man understood his predicament. Grudgingly, he climbed up on the table, and Dianne helped him to lie back. "Okay, Angel. I think I have this under control," she said. "If I need help, I'll holler."
"F-A-B, Doc," Nikki said. She passed through to the medical cabin and sighed. Men.
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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