ALT #424: Forty Eight Hours
Forty Eight Hours
Summary: Amos and Leightner discuss injuries, explosions and training.
Date: 06/Mar/2014
Related Logs: You're Good To Go
Leightner Amos 
Battlestar Orion — Deck 3 — Sickbay
Serving as the ship's primary care facility, the Medical Center is a rather large, single room structure that has the same load-bearing structures to the walls that the halls do, as well as the same heavy hatch. There is a desk at the entrance staffed by a nurse as well as a small locker for single dose drugs like aspirin. Beds are lined up along each wall with EKG's and hangers for IVs in case of triage. Large cabinets at the rear provide ready access to lifesaving medicines and gear, as well as a ready supply of defibrillators. Not far from the primary entrance is the Chief Medical Officer's office and on the other side is a small hatch to the recovery ward. Towards the rear is a sectioned-off examination area. Opposite the hatch to recovery is a sealed doorway leading down a hallway to the ship's morgue.
AWD #424

Sickbay is humming along quietly. a High volume medical care facility like this appears to be idle when not loaded down with injured. Nurses and medics are moving about. Including Leightner, who is going through the responders aid kits, assembling the grab bags of supplies efficently.

Amos is technically a few hours late, but he's not been hunted down by any of the medical staff so he hopes they'll forgive him. Ducking through the hatch from the corridor he flashes the nurse on reception a quick smile as he explains his presence. "Dr Song told me to stop by, forty eight hour check up." Catching sight of Leightner out of the corner of his eye he turns to give the corpsman a brief nod, "I believe he wanted to check my head again."

The duty nurse looks up and nods, looking down to her logsheet. "Yes Captain, He wanted you for your fourty eight indeed." She squints at the log book. "you're either early or late, depending on what was written down." Leightner appears in a puff of smoke at Amos' side, "Aye, we can do a Reeval." He says as the nurse looks to the Corpsman and nods, letting the Corpsman wrangle the Marine officer as she works out Doctors handwriting. Leightner gestures to a bed, "Let's head over here, sir. Getcvha taken care o."

Late I'm afraid," Amos admits to the nurse then flicks his eyes sideways as Leightner apparently teleports to his side. "Taking up walking on air as a hobby Corpsman?" he asks a he turns to head in the direction indicated. "I saw Cruz was released as well, how is she faring?"

Leightner nods, "Aye sir, poofing beside someone is a Corpsman skill, useful in combat." He pats the bed for the captain to sit. "Jenas wonderful. But I'm biased." He says, smirking as he slips into gloves far more smoothly than people should be able to, and tilts his head to Amos's head, "And ye, sir? Any symptoms?" It's part of the bedside manner. Tell the Corpsman so he can focus the doctors efforts.

"Well I don't think anyone could argue that you aren't useful in combat," Amos replies as he sits where Leightner indicates. He's been here enough times before to know there's no point doing otherwise. The reply about Jena is met with an amused grin as he acknowledges that he walked right into that one but then he's back down to business again as he shakes his head. "Visions been fine, no issues with balance, no nausia. Had a bit of a headache last night, although I expect that some of that at least was to do with the long hours the current investigations are requiring."

Leightner nods, "Mmm you know if you have headaches you can call for a medic, even request me to come on the scene. I can give you something to clear your head. Those investigations are too important for otherwise." He looks at the Captains head, seeming satisfied. then writes down something on a chart, "Can you describe the pain from last night?" He asks.

"I know," Amos replies with a faint nod, "but it wasn't debilitating or I'd have stopped by." As for how to describe the pain he has to consider for a moment before he lifts his hand to place thumb and forefinger on his temples. "Dull, throbbing, maybe a three or four on your scale of one to ten. Annoying and a nuisance, more than anything else."

Leightner lifts a hand to touch his temple, nodding, "Sounds like tension." He nods, "Likely the last of the injury isn't helping." He writes down more, "How is the investigation coming?"

Amos lets his own hand drop again as he listens, glad that his own reading of the matter seems to parry with the professional's. Waiting as the notes are made he then considers how best to answer that question before saying, "you'll have to forgive me if I don't go into details Corpsman, but there is progress, it's just slow. I can say though that we've pretty much eliminated a seisable chunk of the crew, but sadly not enough to start narrowing it down to a useful suspect list yet."

Leightner starts nodding as soon as the tone in Amos' voice says he's not going to just spill everything all over the floor of Sickbay that's been going on in the investigation. "Oh Aye sir. I understand, anything that can be done to help, of course." He nods and looks the chart he's written on over, "Well, the Doc will be around to have this conversation with ye, but I don't see anythin here that'll keep ye more'n five minutes wit him." He looks to Amos, "Anythine else I should know before I get him?" He lifts the chart. "This'll help get through the whole thing faster."

"No offense corpsman, but I hope we'll not need you or your expertise any further in the matter," Amos starts, perhaps a touch grimly. "I keep it in mind though, I've had similar offers from Air Wing and elsewhere. I just wish there was useful things to give you all to do." Mind elsewhere for a moment he almost missed the question regarding the docs but ends up just shaking his head slowly.

Leightner nods, smiling, "Curse of the Corpsman. Everyones glad ta see ye, but everyone wants ta not haveta." He chuckles, "Alright sir, I'll hit a Doctor wit this chart till he comes ta take care o ye." He takes a breath, "We've had personell changes tha been gettin in tha way o organizing first aid refreshers, but I'll bring it up ta Doctor Song soonest."

"You're doing better than me than Corpsman," Amos replies with a smile, "there's not many glad to have a visit." A nod is given to the remark about beating up doctors then another to the remark about the courses. "Thank you, I have every confidence that the matter is safein your hands."

Leightner smiles, nodding, "Well, thank you sir. I'll go get a doctor to sign off on ye." He nods and moves off to do so, , bringing back a Doctor who looks at the chart, reading it, ready to go through the whole thing again, making sure these answers here just written jibe with the Captains symptoms.

Amos takes the brief period of alone time to mull a few things over in his head before he spots the approaching pair. The doctor it seems is lacking Leightner's abilty to just appear without warning. "Lieutenant," he greets, getting ready to go through the whole process again should it be required.

The Doctor basicly takes a moment to ask all the same questions, look at Amos's head, and check with the chart as Leightner stands behind him, nodding. After the checking over is finished, the Lieutennant nods, scribbling, "Alright Captain. You're free to go." The doctor hands off the chart to Leightner without looking at him. The Corpsman takes the clipboard and checks it and nods as the Doctor says, "Anything else we can help you with today?"

"Thank you Lieutenant," Amos replies as he sets himself on his feet again, "and no, I think the Corpsman here has everything covered. I will be sure to let you know if anything else comes up though." Or indeed, the headaches get worse. To Leightner though he adds, "before I forget Corpsman, as well as the refreshers, there are a few dozen Minoan recruits who'll need the basic training from the beginning as well, but we're still working out where to place them so that's not yet an urgent matter. Shall I leave that with you as well, or request some of Doctor Song's time myself?"

Leightner nods, "I think a word with Doctor Song, adding that I'm familiar with the situation. He will need to sign off on the training before we can proceed, but I don't see a problem at the moment."

"I shall attempt to arrange such forthwith then," Amos notes as he accepts the answer with a short nod. "For now though, I won't keep you from your work. Good day gentlemen," and with that he's off, back to trying to find their bomber, train the minoans and anything else Major Rand decides to make his problem.

Leightner nods and moves back to his work, filing Amos' paperwork as the Doctor moves to continue diagnosing and confirming patients wellbeing.

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