-Shipwrecked- (Sci-fi, open)

[Jeydon]

"I..." Icarus paused for a moment, before admitting with defeat, "I don't know. Surgery, what we'd usually do in this case, would be highly risky and could even raise his mortality rate. However, without it, his chances of survival are still very slim. If we can stabilize him and keep him under intensive care, depending on how well his body reacts to these medications, we might be able to avoid having to risk surgery, but even if he does survive these next few days, I wouldn't even advise him sitting up for at least two weeks."
Icarus hated to deliver the bad news, but as the only currently stable medical officer, it was Icarus' duty to inform everyone of the honest, full truth, so that they knew what to expect.

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Rikimaru thanked whatever gods there were that Icarus couldn't see their face. They looked saddened, and passed the final equipment along. They took a deep breath, regained their stoic composure, and climbed out themself. Picking up some of the equipment indifferently, they began to trudge back to the shelter module, not saying anything.
Monty licked Theo's pant leg, because dogs are weird.

[Jeydon]

Icarus silently picked up the rest of the equipment, following the second in command back to the shelter and makeshift camp. Arriving at the shelter module, Icarus ducked inside, not daring to cast even so much as a glance at Reinen's father as he knelt beside the injured medic, setting the equipment down. Icarus began hooking up a ventilator to Reinen, adjusting a few setting before doing the same with a blood pressure monitor. Icarus removed a few vials from the box of medications, attaching them to an intravenous input tube which he had grabbed at last minute from the medical wing as well. He slid this tube into the end of a syringe, carefully threading it through the skin on Reinen's wrist and hitting a blood vessel on the first try. Moving back to the input tubes, Icarus twisted each of the vials, allowing their contents to flow down the lines. Those medications would hopefully be able to stabilize Reinen, with the help of the ventilator, for now.

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Rikimaru watched silently, flinching at the sight of the needles, which terrified them. Looking away and at Monty, the androgyne took out their journal and began to scribble in the margins.

[Rudigoat]

Theo stood quietly at the end of the cot where his son lay dying. He watched Reinen take one short, shallow breath, after another. The silence between them was heartbreaking. He had hoped that when his wife had passed twenty-five years ago, he'd never have to see another loved one cling to life like this ever again. His son looked so pale. He was so much like his mother; a headstrong dreamer, too much of an idealist for his own good, compassionate to a fault. Theo barely noticed Rikimaru's little dog doing his darnedest to get a pat.

On the outside, it seemed that Theo was simply staring, cool and detached. Under the surface a thousand different thoughts and emotions competed for dominance. Horror at the obvious injuries, the fatherly instinct to want to pick him up an help him, the knowledge that moving someone with grievous head wounds could be a death sentence, wanting to sob, needing to stay poised should anyone wander in, conflicting needs to adhere to protocol and the need to break protocol to just be with his son, panic, pain and exhaustion. He moved stiffly next to the cot. Reinen looked odd without his glasses. The thought brought with it a vivid memory of some old movie Reinen's mother had made him watch long before they had married, about a kid who had died, and his friend sobbing at his casket demanding they put his glasses on him. Would that be Reinen? Buried in the alien soil, with dirt falling on his upturned face, pebbles bouncing off his glasses?
His knees slammed into the floor. He shook all over. There had already been too much loss. This damned rock was going to take his boy too. Every doubt, every failure scenario past and present flooded him. He could barely breathe.

[Jeydon]

Icarus paused in his work as the shelter shook with the captain's movement. He didn't dare glance up at Theo, because he knew if the captain's son died, it would be his fault. If he couldn't save him, that was on Icarus. He was the only acting medical officer, and it was up to him to save Reinen's life. At this point, though, the odds were dropping rapidly. Before he had gone to get the equipment, Icarus had estimated that with all medical intervention possible, Reinen had at most 4 days to live, and that was stretching it. With this equipment to help stabilize him, Icarus could extend that estimate to maybe a week.
Beside Icarus, the blood pressure monitor beeped once to get his attention. Turning away from the medications he was assembling to another IV line, Icarus picked up the machine's display from on the floor beside him. Reinen's blood pressure had dropped much below safe levels in both the systolic and diastolic fields. At this point, Icarus was beginning to doubt his estimate of a week. He was back to at most 4 days, even with all this equipment.
After gazing at the dangerously low numbers on the monitor, Icarus set it back down, where it continued to beep every few seconds in warning. Icarus knew how to modify quite a large selection of his equipment, however unfortunately he lacked the knowledge that would allow him to turn off the extremely distracting beeping while he was working.
Icarus quickly dug through the box of medications he had collected, finding several vials of blood pressure stabilizing medications. Deciding it was enough for now (though it really wasn't), Icarus hooked them up to another IV line, both of the last ones having their maximum capacity already filled with various other medications.

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Rikimaru knelt down to pet Monty. They were secretly terrified of needles and didn't want to see Reinen get injected. They picked up their dog and carried him outside where they sat down in the purplish grass and looked out over their makeshift camp. They wondered if people knew they were missing.

[Jeydon]

After attaching a few more medications to the younger medic, Icarus took one last look at several monitors. His gaze lingered on the unwanted results for a moment longer, before he tore his eyes away and stood up. Unable to stop himself, Icarus' gaze returned to Reinen for a few seconds, a grim expression overtaking his face as his sight fell upon the injured officer.
"That's all I can do for him for now," Icarus said quietly, breaking the silence that had remained undisturbed for several minutes.

[Rudigoat]

Theo was too exhausted to think. He merely took his son's hand sitting stoically on the floor beside his cot.
after a long, labored pause, he took a shuttering breath.
"Do you think he'll make it?" He asked. His voice rough with sleeplessness and sorrow.
Reinen's breath slowed ever so slightly with each second.

[Jeydon]

"I have to be honest with you, and even though I know you don't want to hear what I'm about to say, there's no way to put it lightly. Provided his condition, our environment, and my limited supplies, I think it's safe to say he won't survive much longer than 4 days. I'm sorry, but anything we would do in this situation under normal circumstances is just too dangerous in this position. If I tried anything be major, I'd be more likely to end up just making his condition even worse," Icarus admitted grimly, "I'm sorry, sir."