Chapter 11: Boomer
Fan credits: the 47th Independent Battalion ('Triple threat - Too tough for any one fight')by William āYellowjacketā Pace)
In memory of Diesel Z. (4/2/10 - 11/11/14) -- true Semper Fi
June 19, 2514
The surgeries -- both of them -- had been successful. The patientās gum color was good and pink, and his breathing was strong and steady. āKeep him on the table for now,ā Cooper said, having no better place to put the old dog where both she and Abby could keep an eye on him as they cleaned up from the surgeries. She glanced toward the infirmary bay window. Cooper had been aware of the pair of spectators who had spent the past two hours parked outside sickbay, watching the procedures. She waved them forward now, giving them permission to open the infirmary doors and enter.
Carver escorted young Tilly in. The girl was uncharacteristically quiet and somber, and reluctant to edge her toes past the threshold of the doors.
āIs he dead?ā she asked.
āThe old fellow is sleeping soundly,ā Cooper replied. āBut he needs your help. Run to the dryer and get the blanket Abby put in to warm.ā
Tilly blinked as she processed the request, and then was gone in a whirl of blonde curls.
Carver stood his ground in the doorway, frowning as he looked from Cooper to the metal table and back again.
āI was worried about Odinās getting through it,ā Cooper confessed quietly. She glanced over her shoulder, to where Abby was scrubbing surgical tools in the infirmaryās tiny sink. āAt his age, in his malnourished condition, I expected things to be a little bit more touch and go. But the old boy is a tank.ā
Tilly came flying back to them then, a striped woven blanket bundled tightly in her arms, as though she were cradling a living creature she were trying to keep warm. āI could use some muscle,ā Cooper said to Carver as she limped back to the exam table where the old dog continued to sleep. She checked his vitals automatically -- breathing still steady and color still good and pink-- then gestured for Carver to lift the beast. She performed a quick wipe-down of the metal table top, then slipped half of the warmed blanket beneath the dog and motioned to Carver to set the animal back down. He did so with great care, although the old dog wouldnāt have felt it if heād been dropped. Cooper wrapped the remaining half of the warmed blanket up over the dogās body, including the well-bandaged amputation site.
āHowās he ever gonna walk again?ā Tilly said, still sticking close to the infirmary doors.
āYouāll be surprised how fast they adapt,ā Cooper promised. āGive the old fellow a week and heāll be romping around like he was born without it.ā
āI still donāt think itās fair,ā Tilly muttered disapprovingly. āCouldnāt you just fix him? Insteadāa taking away his leg and his eye, ācause now heās gonna be blind and crippled both!ā
āTilly, you saw how the leg pained him, and how red and swollen his eye was,ā Abby said, preparing to put the scrubbed surgical tools into the finicky sterilizer. āHe was completely blind in that eye anyway, and it was horribly, excruciatingly painful. And now, when he wakes up, heās going to feel so very much better!ā
Tillyās expression was pinched as she stared at the old dogās dark, blocky head. With Abbyās assistance, Cooper had removed the protruding left eyeball, suturing the eyelid closed when they had finished. Cooper glanced at Abby now, thinking with satisfaction that despite the womanās initial reluctance, with some time and practice out on the Blue Cluster frontier, there was a chance yet of making a decent veterinarian out of her. Iāll have her arm up a cow in no time.
āYouāve got a new assignment, juniormost,ā Cooper said crisply, glancing back to see that the childās grudging expression had not changed. āI want your report on glaucoma and its methods of treatment, subbed to me by breakfast tomorrow. And this time -- your own words.ā
Tilly groaned and retreated from the Infirmary as if afraid more homework assignments might be immediately forthcoming. Abby laughed at the girlās dismayed retreat and gave Cooper a knowing look.
āWeāre late for class today anyway, so Iāll oversee that,ā she said, following after Tilly with an armful of surgical linens for the laundry on her way.
Cooper settled on her wheeled stool and reached after her handheld to make a few additional notes to the patientās electronic chart. āIāve got this watch,ā she said to Carver, who still stood on the opposite side of the surgical table, one hand resting on the Rottweilerās bandaged head. He was rubbing the beastās ragged ear, although the creature was still too sedated to take any comfort from the touch.
āWhatās next for him?ā Carver asked.
āKennel him alone, no food and water for the rest of the day or tonight -- the anesthesia we used will leave him nauseous. Heāll be up on his feet within the next eight to twelves hours. Weāll want to keep him exercising, but seeing how that bum leg hasnāt borne weight for years, itās not like heās going to have to re-learn how to walk without it. Same goes for that enucleation. Poor old fellow has been blind in that bad eye for a hellish long while. Heāll wake up and probably prance around like a pup, since the agony heās been living in is suddenly gone. Just the same -- weāll keep him on pain meds for the next week or so; the sutures for both surgical sites come out in 10 days.ā
āAnd long-term?ā Carver asked. His caress had traveled from the non-bandaged ear down the Rottweilerās thick neck, to the bald ring of scar tissue there, likely from a collar having once been left to grow into the skin.
Cooper shrugged. āOdinās hips look really good for his age, but arthritis will likely catch up to him sooner rather than later. Weāll want to watch him careful when it comes to negotiating the stairs -- and smooth surfaces are likely to cause him some challenges, too. But the best physical therapy for him is just to get up and get walking, and walking on a variety of types of surfaces.. Heās been dosed on strong antibiotics, so I donāt expect any complications from the foreleg amputation -- what Iām more concerned about is that good eye. The glaucoma in his left eye could have been the result of trauma, but if it wasnāt, he could well develop it in the remaining right eye. Heāll need the intraocular pressure in that right eye to be tested every four months or so, to make sure fluids arenāt building up. And Iāll recommend we make a harness for him. No more collars -- any pulling on a neck collar might increase the intraocular pressure, which we do not want.ā
āI can make his harness,ā Carver said, and headed for the door as if he were about to get right to the task. But then he delayed a moment, half-turning back toward Cooper and the surgical table.
āPermission to settle him in my quarters? Iāll take over full responsibility for nursing duties and meds.ā
Cooper nodded. āThatād be great,ā she said. āIāll give you a yell whenever the old boy can be carried over.ā
Carver was not quite smiling when he left the infirmary bay, but she suspected she read happiness in the loosening of his stern expression. She reached out and patted the old dogās blanketed hip with satisfaction.
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āYour timing is exquisite,ā Cooper said, as Abby stopped by the sickbay some hours later, to check on their patient. āI just placed a call to Carver.ā
The former soldier arrived a heartbeat later. āOdinās awake,ā Cooper said tol Carver. āHeās groggy and non-mobile as of yet, but I donāt need to keep watching him. Abby, you have any objections if I hand off all post-operative care of this patient to Carver here?ā
āNo,ā Abby replied, although not without a grudging second look at her captain.
āHeās all yours,ā Cooper said to Carver. The scarred man nodded once, then scooped the big dog up and carried it easily from the Infirmary bay, blanket and all. He disappeared down the side corridor toward his cabin.
āWhatās that about?ā Abby asked suspiciously, not wanting to have sunk hours of her morning on a pair of difficult surgeries, only to have Carver kill the creature through negligence.
āThe man asked for a little extra duty,ā Captain Cooper replied. āIām happy not scooping up gĒu shĒ, and assumed youād feel the same.ā
That was true. Abby didnāt mind that in the least. āI can understand that thing giving us some surgical practice, before we reach the Border,ā she said. āBut I just do not understand why we are hauling all of the rest of those noisy creatures with us,ā she said.āDo you really think someone will want to buy them?ā
The captain shrugged. āMaybe not pay for them in cash cred, but certainly someone will want to barter for them. Lots of lonely settlements out there who donāt want to inbreed their stock. Carver says heās done some dog training in the past, so if heās willing to put some polish on the pack between now and the Blue Cluster, weāll certainly be able to barter them off in exchange for something valuable. Fresh food, if nothing elseā
āWell, the young and healthy beasts, certainly,ā Abby agreed. āBut what about Odin? Heās old, heās crippled, and now weāve taken out that bad eye, he is even uglier than before. Surely no one will want him.ā
Copper chuckled at that. āYeah, well. Maybe not out on the Rim. But I think we can put him to good use here.ā Abby looked askance at her for that, and Cooper just shrugged. āIāve spent maybe the last hour or so, thinking back about something during the war,ā the captain explained. āIt was June of ā08, while Hoss and I were both serving aboard the Diamondback,. The Alliance had just struck Hera hard, and we had some of the wounded from the 47th Battalion aboard, evacuating for Ithaca. It was about 44-hour hot-burn transit, and we spent most of that patching up the wounded. But near the end of the flight, Iāll never forget -- Hoss had found this corporal and his explosives-sniffer dog among the evacuees. Young dog, named Boomer -- bad humor there, maybe. The handler had a few lacerations from shrapnel, nothing major, the corpsman had already seen to it, but the guy was insistent we see to his partner. Hoss knew I had nearly graduated from veterinary school before enlistment, so of course, he brought the problem to my doorstep. Boomer was big, spotted crossbreed of some kind, a stupid-happy type of mutt. The dog wasnāt injured, but it seems heād been off his feed for several days before the battle, and the corporal was sure something was ADR -- thatās alphabet-speak for āaināt damned right.ā. The XO wouldnāt let a dog into our surgical unit, so I went out to the barracks -- thatās what the cargo bay was converted to -- to have a looksee. Sure enough, the dog was pretty droopy and had just had an attack of coco-squirts. The rest of the barracks was up in arms about having a diarrhetic dog in their midsts, but the corporal had a couple of belt-fed buddies in orbit, so the complaining was being kept to a polite minimum. I got a fecal sample, and Hoss got a mop. When I couldnāt find anything in fecal, I got a blood sample. There was the bad news. Boomerās white cell count was somewhere near 200K; a healthy count would have been somewhere between 6 to 16 K. It probably leukemia or some form of lymphosarcoma. I scanned a definite mass adhering to the liver, and his bowels were all bunched up. Normally, Iād have done an immediate exploratory laprotomy, but the XO wouldnāt have us āwasteā our resources, even if the dog were military issue. Maybe if we were at a well-stocked veterinary facility, surgery followed by chemo or bio-chemi treatments, Iād have bucked the XO, because I could have given Boomer a chance, but under the circumstances with the shortages we had then and thereā¦ wellā¦ā Cooper shrugged. āThe poor dog was clearly suffering, and there wasnāt any other reasonable option. Sure, maybe the corporal could have held out on Ithaca and found treatment for the poor dog, but heād have to have gone AWOL to do it, and recovery wouldnāt have been instant or guaranteed. Best I could offer was a euthansol syringe.ā
Cooper was quiet for a time then, and Abby waited patiently. āI canāt tell you how many human patients we had to ease over by the end of that war,ā Cooper finally said. āIt wasnāt official policy, of course, but sometimes that was the limit of what we could do. But I never had an euthanasia that broke me as bad as that one dogās did. The corporel just held that dog Boomer tight and whispered to him while I gave that final injection, while his combat buddiesā¦ Man. I choke up just remembering it. Those battle-hard men, they were balling their eyes out. All four of them, just crying like little girls. They probably werenāt able to shed a tear for any of the buddies theyād just lost to that cock-up on Hera, but they could weep for that sweet, happy-dumb bomb dog. Then, once Boomer was gone, that corporel couldnāt stop telling his buddies that he should have known sooner that Boomer was sick and that it was all his fault -- and his buddies kept arguing back that no, no, no one could have known. They insisted that Boomerās primary mission had been to take care of his handler and his unit, and that Boomer was too damn intent on his mission to let it leak to any of them that he was ailing. Damn. You know, it kills me that I canāt remember that corporalās name at all. But I sure canāt forget Boomerās.ā Cooper let out long, slow breath, then shoved herself to her feet. āDƬyĆ¹,ā she said, reaching after the cane propped up in the corner. āEnough with the maudlin. Iāve got to get lunch on. Do you mind cleaning that table for me? I saw to all the rest.ā
āIāve got it,ā Abby said, reaching after the sterilizing spray and a clean linen.
The captain limped off, headed topside, while Abby gave the table a quick wipe-down. She realized then that Cooperās war story hadnāt really answered Abbyās original question -- what good would a three-legged, half-blind dog be aboard the Jin Dui? Not that cheerful little BĒo YĆ¹ served much purpose, beyond Sullyās teasing title of it being the shipās āmorale officer and welcoming brigade.ā But BĒo YĆ¹ was sweet-tempered and adorable -- two endearing traits which crippled old Odin certainly did not share. Could the ship really need a watch dog while downworld during its tour of the Rim, Abby wondered? She shrugged the question off and decided to get back up to the crew lounge, to see that Tilly was helping the captain serve up lunch.
As she began to pass by the starboard cabin corridor, Abby hesitated, then tip-toed the half-dozen steps down the short hall toward Carverās cabin, to see if he had really settled their patient in as promised.
The sliding passenger cabin door was open, and Carver was on one knee on the floor. He had layered several blankets beside his bed for Odin, and the dog was sprawled out on his left side. The big dog had his good eye open, and was gazing up groggily at Carver as the man fondled the big dogās bandaged head. If the old beast had had a tail left, it would have been thumping, and the man might have been smiling as he said something to be the beast in a soft undertone.
Abby stole away again as silently as she could, not wanting to disturb the pair. She no longer had any question what job Cooper intended the old dog to hold aboard the Jin Dui.
TRANSLATION LOG:
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dƬyĆ¹ = hell (Mandarin)
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