ALT #407: Flying the Flag
Flying the Flag
Summary: Amos goes a-visiting the wounded.
Date: 17/Feb/2014
Related Logs: Crash! Boom! Ting! Thump! Bang!
Leightner Amos 
Battlestar Orion — Deck 3 — Recovery Ward
About half the size of the Medical Center, the Recovery Ward has fewer beds to allow space for those who are going through recovery. Rather than the drab gray of most of the center, the walls in here have been done in a neutral creme color. The beds are a little thicker and the blankets are actually present. There are a few clocks and the only other decoration are a couple of flatscreens that show muted movies from the ship's library. A couple stacks of old magazines are available near the door for nurses to pass around, too.
AWD #407

Leightner is up! He's wearing a robe, drawstring trousers, and bandaging on his chest and abdomen, and is shuffling amidst the actual on duty workers, moving back to his bed.

Amos is, as per usual, dressed in his greens rather than a duty uniform. Old habits die particularly for some it seems, or maybe he's just trying to avoid any more promotions-that-aren't-really-promotions-just-more-paperwork. With his marines having returned rather sooner, and in rather poorer shape than expected he's ensured there's no one critical, then left time for the med staff to have delt with things like breakfast and medications before stopping by the recovery ward to take a look at the damage himself. Stepping through from the main part of sickbay he has a brief conversation with a nurse at the hatch, then turns to scan the beds, looking noboubt, for his personnel/ What with being on his feet it's Leightner that's spotted first and while the Petty Officer is technically not one of his, he's not going to let that get in the way and instead heads over. "Corpsman," he greets with a smile and a nod, "good to see you on your feet."

Leightner looks to Amos, and nods, sliding back onto the bed, resting back with a sigh, "Sir. Were a rough one." He nods, knowing the numbers quite well, Flight crew, riflemen, returned as dogtags. Not a single uninjured person. "Don't even know if those resistance forces got relief."

Amos knows the count as well, three of those tags are on his desk for him to process once he has seen to the living. Stopping a comfortable distance from the bed he slips his hands behing his back and nods slowly at the other man's words. "Aye Corpsman, it seems it was. I've not yet had full reports from the flight that was sent to deal with that Forge you found, but there's been no more reports of losses to it at least." Then another nod at the mention of the initial mission, "I can check for you, but I believe another raptor was sent to them from another base once your situation became apparent." Eyeing the man's bandages a moment he then scans the room briefly before asking, "anything you need while you're here? Or anything you know any the others needs?"

Leightner thinks, "Fishs pictures are secure, an Jenas been seein ta me." He sits, thinking, "I'm playin jailkeeper fer tha men till theyre released. I'm sure they'll appreciate speakin wit ye sir. fly tha flag an all tha." He nods. "We knocked em down as they kept comin, till we saw tha forge bastard."

Amos grins with a touch of amusement as Leightner's fiancee is mentioned and notes, "some how I find myself unsurprised by that Corpsman. Still, if you find yourself in need of a good steak or a hot bath.." A nod to the remark about the others and he asks, "the reports say Lieutenant Evans and Private Mallas took the worst of it. Have they woken yet do you know? And yes, that machine's presence in the area caught us all by surprise, at least we are aware of it now." ALthough the unspoken 'fat lot that does for the other five does hang in the air a little, however much he might try to ensure there is no trace of it.

Leightner hears the unspoken snark, and seems to silently bloodlessly agree, but:nods, "They did. One of those Canners had a rocket. Lt was close to the impact, but she pulled through that, not sure if she woke, she was pretty bad, Mallas caught his share of metal in that one. Not too bad for him."

Amos turns a little so he can see his officer's bed then nods once. "We had some of those models at Santos Ridge, I am glad that we come across them rarely but would rather not at all." He glances back at that comment regarding Mallas though and raises an eyebrow in faint amusement. "Yes, he does seem to upset them somewhat doesn't he. Still, my regards to you and your colleague for keeping them patched."

Leightner nods, "Aachen. First time I got to work with her." He nods, "Specialists good, little jumpy, little underconfident. but I'd rather have underconfident than undercompetent." He nods, "And she's competent." He nods, "Still, two corpsmen working in tandem and we were busy that whole time. Glad we were there."

"Aachen," Amos repeats with a nod, "I'll keep my eye out for her name in future. I am sure the confidence will come with time if her capabilities are as you describe." A few more trip slike that might not help with the jumpy bit, but you can't have everything can you. "Remind me when you're back up on your feet again properly though Corpsman, I could do with a word about putting the batallion through some combat first aid refersher training. We're not going to be able to assign two corpsmen to every squad full time alas."

Leightner nods, "Aye sir." He nods, "We can do tha. simple enough ta arrange teachin time an field exercizes. won't need too much setup neither." He nods, "Fair enough sir. Turns out good we were headin on a refreshin run. Never ran close ta out o medical supplies, but we'll make sure they know wha ta do when tha ain't tha case."

"Thank you Corpsman," Amos replies with a smile, "I'll let you think on things and we can hash out the details later then." Seemingly content enough with the answers given he nods once more then states, "if you're sure there's nothing else you need then Corpsman, I'll stop disturbing you then and go and see how the others are doing."

"Thank you Corpsman," Amos replies with a smile, "I'll let you think on things and we can hash out the details later then." Seemingly content enough with the answers given he nods once more then states, "if you're sure there's nothing else you need then Corpsman, I'll stop disturbing you then and go and see how the others are doing."

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