Meatball Medicine

Posted on 10 Jul 2018 @ 6:07am by Lieutenant Mikail Kolmak & Petty Officer 2nd Class Micheal Reeves
Edited on on 10 Jul 2018 @ 6:15am

1,401 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Empty Creche
Location: Holodeck 2
Timeline: ED 1, 0730

ON:

"Private Reeves, get your butt out there and start saving lives, will ya?"

He shook his head, "Yes, sir." Micheal pulled on his green helmet, made from metal, and stood up. It felt strange being in a different uniform: heavy green fatigues. The hologram designed everything as the exact copy from the old history of World War Two. He held on his helmet with one hand and picked up an M1 Garand, a standard rifle used in the battle of Normandy between the United States and Germany, and held it ready in his other hand. His left shoulder carried a strap, attached to a cloth bag made of cotton which held all the first aid bandages and supplies. A medic symbol of a red cross is strapped around his right upper sleeve represents an international organization that cares for the sick or wounded or homeless in wartime.

The explosions and the firing began on an open field sporadically, causing fire and a blast wave into different directions.

He hunkered down, waiting till the right moment to start running. In between the noise, Micheal runs for cover behind a tree or debris. Micheal needed a break from all the technologies and wanted to go ancient. It may seem ridiculous but he was up for a challenge against his future skills on this ship. Doctor Kolmak has taken him under his wing to enter the field of a combat medic. One challenge that the doctor told him was a foremost on his mind, A complete hands-on medicine is the best that you can do as a medic and if any technology fails, which does happen sometimes, your training without it will not be lost. This hologram was just a getaway, not as a training material.

"Help me!"

Private Reeves carefully glanced around a tree that he was using as a shield to protect him from flying bullets coming from everywhere. He found a soldier lying on the ground, barely moving. He waited for a minute or two and took off running with his knees bent, keeping his height lower. It wasn't the best way to run but it was for his protection.

As soon as he reached the man, finding him writhing in pain, he immediately laid on the ground near him to be as hidden as possible. "Where is your pain, soldier?"

"Name is Kevin. Private third class Kevin Boyd. My left side."

Micheal scooted himself down to inspect the soldier's side. There was an entrance wound but no exit wound. Not good. "My name is Micheal." He opened his kit to see what was packed into it. He pulled out a white gauze and begin wrapping it around the man's abdomen. He pulled out a vial and read the fine label on it. "Mor...phine", he frowned.

"Mike-heal, I have a note in the pock-et of my pants. Will you give it to my par-ents?"

"You are not dying...yet. Boy, this drug must be very extinct. Never heard of it...," he paused when a bomb went off several feet from him and he shielded the soldier with his body over him. After a minute or two, he removed himself. "You need better painkiller like Metorapan. Still having pain, Kevin?" He glanced over the soldier.

No answer.

"Kevin?"

No answer.

Placing two fingers on the soldier's neck, Micheal found that he has no pulse and was gone for good. He pockets the vial and the syringe in his jacket. "May you rest in peace, Kevin." From there, he ran across the field to another tree. Bullet fires were heard from several rifles at a distance.

"Medic! I need you over here," someone yelled.

Seeing two people in a bunker with one waving for him to come, Micheal took a deep breath and took off running again. As soon as he reached the half hole in the ground, he jumped into it. Explosions began and dirt was flying everywhere.

He felt the dust in his lungs and started coughing almost non-stop. The air slowly cleared around the bunker and he began to breathe better with short coughs. "What's going on?"

"The freaking b*tches out there want to continue the war because their short mustache guy-boss wants every country," a deep voice said. "My partner here got riddled with bullets. Stupid Krauts."

Short mustache guy-boss? Krauts? "I am not good with history, sir. I'm a medic to save lives..."

Appearing to be impatient, "Name is James Smith...Master sergeant. I was talking about Hitler the short mustache guy. Killing everybody. This guy here is Firestriker. The actual name is Tom. He got his name from running into fires like a firefighter."

"I'm Private Micheal Reeves." He inspected the wounds on the unconscious man while checking for a pulse. "Your man is dead...sorry." Seeing blood seeping out of Mr. Smith's arm jacket, he approached to inspect a hole there. "You've been hit? Your arm."

"Sheesh. I didn't know," he looked down at his arm.

Taking a pair of shears from the first-aid bag, Micheal cut into the hole to make the hole a bigger circle to inspect the wound. "Might get infected. The bullet has entered and exit out the other side." He takes out a gauze and wraps it tight around the man's arm. "That should do until you see a doctor..."

"Watch out!"

Micheal turned to see a German soldier with a Gewehr rifle was about to aim at them. James lunged forward and swung his fist against the enemy's face. The rifle went off and the shot missed them. They were rolling around in the dirt, kicking and hitting. Micheal pulled out the vial and the syringe. After putting the liquid into the needle, he turned and jabbed it into the German's neck, pushed all the contents into him. Just broke the law of medicine - do no harm - hell with it, just a hologram.

The German lost all functions and passed out.

Before he knew what happened, James grabbed a rifle and shot him. "Don't try to save this Kraut. They are useless to keep as prisoners."

This master sergeant's attitude could be mistaken for an angry Klingon, Micheal thought. "Well, um..."

"Don't be shy, kid. You ain't see nothing, yet!" James moved up in the bunker to observed the open field for any more Germans that might be crossing the invisible line where the Americans were set up at. He grabbed Micheal by the shirt to pull him next to him. "Put your rifle up here and start shooting anything that moves. You're not just a medic to save lives. You're an American to KILL the Krauts."

The Medic gulped, moving his unused rifle on the edge of the bunker and eyed the keyhole at the end of the weapon. His right finger near the trigger was ready.

"How old are you and where are you from, Micheal?" He lowered his voice to calm him.

Without turning his head, "I'm 22 years old and I'm from Alaska."

"Alaska? Where is that? My geography is bad."

Wait a minute. World War Two was before the time my state became a state...oops. "It's just on the other side of Canada and it is about to become a state. I moved to California to join the Army." Not true.

"Ah, I see. Keep your eyes ahead...those Krauts are dead meat."

A communicator chirped.

"Computer, freeze program," Micheal said.

Everything was silenced. Soldiers were frozen in place.

He hit his hidden communicator and stood up, still holding the rifle pointed down. "This is Petty Officer Micheal Reeves, go ahead."

"This is Doctor Kolmak. I need you to come on duty to main sickbay as we came down a person."

"Yes, sir. Computer, end program." The weapon in his hand disappeared. He exited Holodeck 2 and strolled the corridors, getting funny looks and stares from crewmembers passing him. As soon as he entered his quarters, he removed his green fatigues and put on his regular teal uniform, ready to return to work as a nurse.

OFF:

Micheal Reeves
Petty Officer 2nd Class
(Holodeck Private Rank)
Nurse Assistant
USS Redemption

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Private 3rd Class Kevin Boyd (NPC) and Master sergeant James Smith (NPC) and Firestriker Tom (NPC)
Holodeck characters
USS Redemption

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Mikail Kolmak, M.D.
Lieutenant
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Redemption

 

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