ALT #407: Letter of Recommendation
Letter of Recommendation
Summary: Thales relieves Amos of some paperwork
Date: 17/Feb/2014
Related Logs: None
Thales 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 #407

Thales doesn't like a full sickbay, or a busy sickbay. It seems like there's been a lot of that lately. The beanpole doc is running on very little sleep. He's hunched over a desk, trying his very best to make sense of blood test results.

Amos has been a-visiting his wounded marines in the recovery ward, flying the flag, talking with those who are awake and checking that there is nothing that any of them have a burning need for. Dressed in his greens rather than a duty uniform he ducks throught he hatch and back into the main area of the sickbay and glances around for a doctor. Not that he belittles the need for corpsmen and nurses, but in this instance he needs an officer, and they're mostly doctors. Spotting Thales he strides purposfully over, although when it becomes apparant that he's focused on something the marine takes half a step back and waits so as not to intrupt anything important.

Thales takes a minute to realize Amos is there, not because he's focused, but because his eyes are sort of going crossed. It's only a little flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye that draws his attention over. He sucks in a sudden lungful of air. "Sorry. Sorry. How long have you been there?" He's from the planet formerly known as Virgon, that much is clear - but he's not mates with royalty judging by the tone of it.

Amos's own accept, when he replies, betrays a refined Libran heritage. Offering the tired looking doctor a faint smile he's unconciously shifted into parade rest but now brings one hand forward to wipe away the younger man's apology. "Less than a minute I'd say Lieutenant, I didn't want to disturb you as you looked busy." That done he eyes the work for a moment then asks "do you have a moment? There's a small matter I need to discuss, but it can wait if there are pressing patient concerns."

"No, no. Not pressing. Just mounds of paperwork to sort out before I can have a proper rest." Thales leans back in his chair. It protests in a comically loud fashion. He presses hands to his face. "What can I help you with?"

Ah paperwork, Thales is given a quick sympathetic look before Amos admits, "I might be able to give you a sheet more I'm afraid." Turning to gesture back towards the recovery ward he explains, "one of your corpsmen who was out with my marines yesterday, Petty Officer Third Class Leightner, I have a request to make with regards to the pregress of his career." Reaching into one of his chest pockets for a folded piece of paper he passes it across. "It's a letter of recommendation from me that he be revied for promotion at the earliest opportunity. Could you see it's added to his file and that the CMO is aware?"

"Leightner? He's a good man, from what I've seen. I haven't been here long, but it seems he's quite brave. And newly-engaged. Unless something's recently changed on that front." Thales takes the paper from Amos. "Patients come first, of course. But I'll amend this to his file as soon as I have a moment."

"Fairly sure we'd have lost marines without him," Amos confirms with a quick nod in a tone that suggests there are few higher forms of praise. "Of course Lieutenant, and it shouldn' be any other way. Do you know he, and the others, are doing by the way? Most were asleep when I stuck my head in just then."

"No one's in danger of dying, if that's what you mean, thank the gods." Thales picks up a clipboard and looks it over. "Barring any other explosions or attacks, my sickbay should be clear in a week or so. Leightner himself is in decent shape."

"No one's in danger of dying, if that's what you mean, thank the gods." Thales picks up a clipboard and looks it over. "Barring any other explosions or attacks, my sickbay should be clear in a week or so. Leightner himself is in decent shape."

"That is good to hear, thank you," Amos replies with another smile, "and I hope we will be able to put a stop to such things promptly to give you as much of a breather as we can." He has nothing more to add though and so offers, "unless there is anything else I can do for you then, I shall leave you to your work."

"You mean to my staring blindly at blood samples and attempting to make sense of them. Thank you." Thales chuckles. "I will put this in soon." He holds up the letter. "You have my word on that."

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