Mandy Goes to Med School (D2 EE/ME, Side Job)

[Cole Ormont]

A few of the students chuckled quietly at that. Corporal Harding showed the Jedi how to use the simulation. A tap brought up the interactions wheel, a circle divided into three segments, framing the icon of the medical corps. The segments were labelled: examine, inquire, gear.

The examine option brought up a number of options, such as rolling the collapsed soldier onto her back; while inquire ranged from shaking her and shouting 'hey, wake up' to asking if the soldier knew her name and rank. Gear brought up a list of the basic first aid supplies that would be available to the squad.

[Nekoinu]

The Jedi poked the examine option and perked her brow. "Should I move her? I heard that sometimes it's best not to."

[Cole Ormont]

Cole squatted down next to the pair, "very good," he told the Jedi. "You have to be able to weigh the benefits of moving a patient against the potential to do more harm. May I recommend something?" he offered.

[Nekoinu]

"Uh, sure. I'm not really certain on how to go forward. Best to ask for help."

[Cole Ormont]

"Let's start here," he suggests encouragingly, and taps back to the previous screen, selecting Inquire. "First, see if the patient is responsive, even if they're barely conscious, it still gives you something to go on. A responsive patient will have pulse and respiration, even if both of those things are critically endangered. Does that make sense?"

[Nekoinu]

"Oh. I thought we just assumed they were out of it." She then nodded. "Alright." She bopped the screen. "How are you miss?"

[Cole Ormont]

"You should never assume," he says gently, shooting a look at Corporal Harding, who appears to be stifling a laugh. The simulated soldier groans, but doesn't appear to be aware of their surroundings, or that they are being addressed.

"The patient is responsive, but uncommunicative," Cole instructs, "what next?"

[Nekoinu]

"I suppose now we can do the assessment, right? And if it hurts I know what's wrong?"

[Cole Ormont]

Cole nods, indicating for her to continue. The simulation was designed to react differently to every input, and he was happy to let the Jedi work through it. She would find that the wounded soldier had been hit with blaster fire and tried to patch themselves up without letting anyone know. The wound had been leaking slowly until the soldier had simply passed out.

[Nekoinu]

"Well this is why you tell the medics about your problem, huh?" She patted her shoulder. "When I got shot, I never tried to do it myself."

[Cole Ormont]

When everyone has completed the simulation, Cole ticks a few things off on his datapad. "Right, everyone, that's it for today. Thanks for attending, your C.O.s will have my report tomorrow."

[Nekoinu]

O'nera looked sheepishly at Cole. "I don't think I accomplished anything. In fact, I probably held back my partner."

[Cole Ormont]

Cole pulls up some information on his datapad, "your patient survived, so that's a good start. But, more importantly: did you learn anything from the experience?"

[Nekoinu]

"Medical stuff is hard? I told you Doc, I'm not very good at that sort of stuff. I talked to a padawan the other day, Baesal, and she's also skilled at something I'm not: techie stuff."

[Cole Ormont]

Cole put a hand on the young woman's shoulder and gave her a surprisingly charming, lopsided smile, "chin up, Jedi Aeser. You are skilled in many things that I am not. We all have our parts to play. You are a Jedi Knight, you have the Code and the Force to guide you."

More often than he was willing to admit, Cole wished that he was Force sensitive. He believed that his father would have treated him very differently, but he was well versed with that archaic saying about the colour of the grass in other people's yards, even if yards and fences was a thoroughly anachronistic concept.

[Nekoinu]

"True But some Jedi are just good at everything." A pause. "And most of them are flawed. Master Mersl lives in a different reality than most people. Master Lorne refuses to see anything but his way. Master A'vuto is paranoid and yet aloof at the same time."

She looked up to him with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I'm ranting."

[Cole Ormont]

Encouragingly, "no one is good at everything, no matter how much it might seem that way." He thinks for a bit, "what's something you really enjoy doing?"

[Nekoinu]

"Lightsaber combat," she admitted, still with the same smile, "I enjoy sparring more against my fellow Jedi than fighting Sith. I guess when facing my threads it's more like a sport."

[Cole Ormont]

"Maybe it's presumptuous, but I bet you're a good dancer."

[Nekoinu]

O'nera blinked. "Dancer? Now what would make you think that?"

[Cole Ormont]

"Because I've seen lightsaber combat. It takes agility and balance. It flows. All you'd need is music."

[Nekoinu]

"Oh. Oh that makes a lot of sense." A pause. "Depends on the form, I'd say. But yeah, I'm light on my feet and such. Can't say I've ever really danced before though." She let out a small laugh. "What're your hobbies then, Doc? Outside of the medic stuff, of course."

[Cole Ormont]

That stops him, his smile melting, "I don't, huh. I guess I don't have any."

[Nekoinu]

"Sorry," she mumbled. She shifted in her seat. "Doing good work though, Doc. Um, and also I don't really do much else in my free time, if that helps at all."

[Cole Ormont]

Shrugging, "I guess some of us just have to stick to what we're good at." He glances at his datapad, "not that this hasn't been great, and not that I want to be rude, but I've got these reports to write. It was really nice meeting, Jedi Aeser."