Dusk walked through the training facility on Tadeth . He approached the med area, and looked around for the officer he was supposed to visit to prep for his final training simulation. ‘Wow, I always thought I would end up here. Just on a gurney, not my own free will.’ Dusk thought. Spotting the officer he walked up to him and said, “Private Second Class Dusk, Reporting to receive the supplies for my simulation. Sir.”
“At ease private.” He said with no interest. “Your supplies are on that cart there.”
“Thank you, Sir.”

Dusk took off his rucksack and began to fill it with the med-kits, bacta infusions, and what not. Taking off in the direction of his simulation, Dusk was wondering what it will be like. Was it going to be a situation where he was in a med tent and had to patch up the men as they came in, or would it be he has to fix injuries out in the heat of battle.

Stepping in line with the other members of his class, Dusk was apprehensive. ‘Where is the training officer, He was supposed to be here six minutes ago. He’s never late.’ Just then the wall behind them slid open to reveal a large urban combat situation. They immediately saw wounded and sprung into action. There was heavy fire on one so Dusk knew he had to get that one behind cover to patch him up.

Sprinting from behind a dumpster Dusk went prone next to the wounded. Stripping off his rucksack he brought out some alcohol rubs and disinfected the shrapnel wound; the piece of metal as almost to the bone. Quickly binding the man’s leg and checking his pulse, Dusk pulled the man behind some better cover. He took out a bacta container and slathered it on the wound. He waved two men over to their position and had them pull the man out of the sim. Once they got outside the room them de-rezed and a small display appeared on his HUD. “Point to Dusk.”

By looking around he saw other troopers saw this too. ‘Well this just got more interesting, their having us compete.’ Dusk thought as he ran to the next wounded man.

The man’s leg was pinned beneath a large bit of debris. The two men from before came and moved the chunk. Dusk almost heaved when he saw the carnage; the man’s leg was a mess of blood. When he saw his own leg he began to breath harder and his pulse began to rise. “Doc,” The man said, “Am I going to be alright?”

‘Another part of the job is to make sure the patient is calm and collective to slow the bleeding.’ Dusk recalled from the beginning of the course. “Yeah, it’ll be fine. Tis’ but a flesh wound.” Dusk said with a nervous chuckle.

He bound the leg in a gauze tape and gave him a splint to hold the bone in place. The man de-rezed too. The score counter at the bottom of his HUD went up three points. His comm. buzzed as he was called by someone outside the course. “Good job trooper, most trainees forget to comfort you patients.”

The next few patients Dusk blew through. His competitors were close behind him, but they were always just a few points behind. He came to a unique injury, a man had a sliver of metal in his eye and shrapnel every were else along his body. That took some fancy tweezer work and some anesthetics. He came to the last patient and it seemed to be the last one for every one and that there was just the one man. Another man came into the clearing with a tent set up in them idle of a small park. They made eye contact and both started running for the last man.

They entered the covered area at the same moment. A holo appeared before them, it was the TO. “You two are to work together to stabilize this last man. If he dies because of you there will be a three point penalty, if you succeed you will receive five points.” The holo ended and Dusk pulled the sheet covering off the patient and the two men looked at him.

His chest plate was riddled with holes, so they slowly lifted it off his chest to reveal the mess of small caliber holes that most likely were still in him. "OK," Dusk said, "let's get the least serious wounds patched up."

Rummaging through his sack, he brought out the supplies he might need. Glancing up from his bag Dusk saw the other man applying a bacta bandage. The soldier gasped suddenly and the area around the bandage was swollen and red. "This mans allergic to bacta, great." Dusk said sarcastically.

He grabbed a hypodermic needle filled with epinephrine. He injected it into the patient. "Were's his chart? We need to list this for the medic." Dusk asked.
"Here." The other man said as he went back to patching the lesser injuries.

Looking under allergens it didn't list anything. 'I better list the bacta, else the medic sends him in and he gets a bacta bath.

Dusk's HUD had been been off for a while without any updates keeping it on, suddenly came on giving him an extra point with a message. 'Good job, most forget to update the charts when there's an update.'

Glancing up at his parter, Dusk saw no change in the other man's composure. Indicating that he hadn't seen the message or point increase.
The heart rate monitor began to plummet. "Frak, I got to close to the heart."
"It's fine, we just need to get his heart rate back up."Dusk said.
Pulling out a shot of adrenalin, he stabbed it into the mans chest. The patients heart rate began to stabilize.

"You two!" Shouted a man. "Has the patient been prepped?"
"Yes sir," The two men said standing at attention.
"Good, you may leave now." The medic said walking up to them.

The simulator ended, and Dusk and his partner walked out with looks of satisfaction on their faces.

Whilst the story is of reasonable quality throughout, I'm afraid I feel the procedures outlined in the latter part of the story are possibly beyond the scope of 2.1.

Remember 2.1 is only a short course so you can deal with minor injuries, try and keep patients out of shock and administer drugs/vaccinations.

What you describe towards the end strays to far towards battlefield surgery to me and a trooper with 2.1 would likely move on from such extensive injuries to someone he could help, or try and locate assistance from a real medic.

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