In a shipboard medical emergency, a steward has three jobs.  Stay calm; call for help; give first aid.<br/><br/>Steward roll: 5<br/><br/>Discovering a violently wounded soldier was enough of a shock that Katie only managed two out of the three.  She gasped in horror, then actually screamed when she saw how much blood had gushed out from under the old spacer.  Once, driving out in the countryside, Katie had hit a bush runner with her ground car.  One look at what she'd done to the poor beast was all it took for her to know it was about to die; seeing the old spacer reminded her of that awful moment.  "Fuck," she stammered, then yelled out into the corridor for the first person who sprang into her mind.  "Tucks!" she shouted.<em>"Tucks!"</em><br/><br/>Nobody came, so she took action.  She pushed the cabin door aside, stepped over the spacer, who swatted weakly at the ankle of her boot.  Inside the cabin would be a communicator –<em>there.</em>Katie opened a connection to the bridge.  "Katie here, Captain.  I've got a badly hurt passenger in cabin...uh...three.  I need help, right now!"<br/><br/>Katie crouched down beside the man, who was feebly trying to ward her away.  "It's the steward," she tried to reassure him.  "Help's coming."  She tried to remember the first aid procedure for humans.<em>(A)irway, (B)reathing, (C)irculation.</em>He was talking, so she went straight to (C).<em>Stop the bleeding.</em>But there was so much blood!  She tried to find the wound he was laying on and put pressure on it.  In moments her hands were drenched in his blood.  She could<em>smell</em>it.