AWD #274: Post-Fight Checkup
Post-Fight Checkup
Summary: Amos might have escaped sickbay but that doesn't mean he's escaped medics.
Date: 07/Oct/2013
Related Logs: Anadyr Island Assault
Leightner Amos 
Operations Offices - Crandall
Home to the 33rd Tactical Fighter Wing and 379th Air Expeditionary Wing, the operations facility is sprawling on the base, the connected builds slammed up against the rear of the hangars and apron. With a plain interior, white walls are scuffed here and there from worn passage with running pilots or errant clerks with carts. The carpet threadbare and in desperate need of replacing. The hallways are utilitarian with doors going up and down both sides and simple plastic placards pointing the way to room numbers or specific areas or units. Old squadron plaques line the walls, each etched with names and years. The facility is minimalistic and not meant for comfort save for the fake potted plants to try to soften the interior and expense is definitely cut where it is not needed. There is a main room to the buildings, serving as something as a CIC and called 'Operations Control', with all the central scheduling, flights incoming and staff that were once here still etched on the dry erase, filing cabinets lining one wall. Squadron ready rooms double as locker rooms for the aircrews and their gear, metal-faced wooden lockers on each wall with large gear tables down the center dominate the rooms. Down the hall slightly is the Alert Facility which doubles as the break room. It has a vending machine that is years old, a busted refrigerator that is not working and a sink with a microwave. There are a few couches and chairs around an old television with a stack of movies. Communal beds at the rear of the room are provided for those on alert duty, but no privacy is afforded here.
AWD #274

Leightner moves into the Operations area, looking about. He's in his hard cover, P90, 5-7. Yep fully strapped. He is looking for the Captain and is being sent with the efficency that yea there's a real reason for the visit.

Amos appropriated a corner of one of the larger rooms in the airfield's control centre a week or so back, and that's where he's standing now. There's maps of a certain group of islands on the wall, with various notes and annotations scribbled on it and on pieces of paper pinned to it. There's also a table with more maps on it to one side, but for now that is being left to it's own devices. Taking a verbal report from an Ensign, the Captain nods his understanding then turns away from the wall, spotting the approaching Corpsman as he does so. Raising an eyebrow at the apparent urgency he asks swiftly, "Petty Officer Leightner, you're looking for me?"

Leightner approaches, "Aye sir. Afraid I need to do a follow up exam to yer wound sir." He explains. "If it's a bad time, sir, I'll have to schedule a Sickbay appointment fer ya." Or he can check it on the spot and the Captain can remain unconfined.

"You are aware we have a hanger full of medical staff doing triage and this sort of thing on base aren't you Corpsman?" Amos replies. He recognises the signs of a medic with the bit between there teeth though and so after a quick check of the paperwork on his desk to ensure that there is nothing urgent he tilts his head towards the door, "follow me then." It's possibly not good for the moral of the marines passing back and forth for medical exams to be happening in the middle of Ops. A short walk down a corrdor and he turns into one of the rooms used mostly for sleeping. There's a handfull of marines ctashed out and snooring but they'll just have to cope. Reaching to start doffing his armoured vest he asks, "how are those who were confined to the Orion. Nothing serious I trust?"

Leightner nods, "Aye sir." Yes. Yes there is a full Triage team. He's been sent down to Picon to field eval a Captain who could in fact have this done anywhere. That is unusual. He follows the Captain and as he begins removing his armor vest, the Corpsman nods, putting alcohol on his hands and gloves seeming to just be on his hands with a practiced motion. "Knox was the worst sir. He'll be back in a few days, none the prettier. Our ECO took one in the neck but she'll survive. Sergeant Ynyr has a few wounds left over but he'll be back about then, sir." Subdued report, facts rolling out of him.

Armour off and to oneside Amos makes short work of baring his chest for the required inspection. The wound site itself is wrapped in a relatively fresh bandage and is only causing him minor amounts of pain but he rests his hands behind his head to give the other man as much access as he wants to his chest. There's a nod to the report and a "good to hear. We've another big offensive coming soon and I'll need as many boots as I can muster for it."

Leightner makes quick work of it, almost prefunctory, Removing the bandage, checking the wound, checking for infection, Nope. He takes a new bandage and applies it carefully. "Done sir, unless ya want ya bullet. I can release it now that your wound is healing expectedly." Brief. Yeah this is wierd, but "Tha men will be ready, sir."

"I think the scar will be reminder enough," Amos replies as he starts to dress again, "but thank you for offering. What I would still like from you though Corpsman, is that beautiful woman you owe me." Giving the man an amused smile as he slips back into his armour he adds, "although, given the circumstances, I'm prepared to give you a few days lee-way on that one."

Leightner nods as he strips off his gloves, "Aye sir. Had one a few days ago. Knox' sister. But I doubt she's suitable sir. She showed up and I pulled some schrapnel outta her." He shrugs. His hearts not in it. "I can deliver me report to Sickbay an keep ya clear for now sir. I'll have to get some daily reports from the Med center then get the next flight back." Okay dropped to Picon, having to deliver orders to a captain, pick up paperwork and lift back to the ship. It's a shit detail.

"A Nine?" Amos asks, looking faintly surprised, "my, they do seem to get about don't they." As he finishes strapping the vest back on he nods as Leigtner explains the rest of his day and dismisses him with a "sounds like they're keeping you busy so don't let me keep you. Wish the lads a speedy recovery for me when you're back on ship would you."

Leightner nods, "Aye sir, I will." He says, "Soon as I can." He shrugs about the Nine. He just fixed her. He comes to and salutes. Hardly required but he seems to be treading lightly.

Amos returns the salute, "carry on Corpsman." It's not required, not inside, but he's not terribly concerned about that right now, at least it better than saluting when there's a sniper about. Reaching for the door to the room again he gestures for the man to lead, so they can leave the sleeping marines to their peace.

Leightner drops salute and moves out, letting the men rest. He moves tot he treatment center, signing out the reports and heads out. He is actively trying to not talk to anyone, and the Medics seem to understand why he's here after a few seconds. They let him go.

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