ALT #432: Sickbay Interview
Sickbay Interview
Summary: Dray Interviews the medical first response to the bombings
Date: 14/3/14 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Simulator bombing logs
Dray Leightner 
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 432

Sickbay is humming along, clean and efficient, with the duty nurse sitting at the front desk, waiting to handle people coming in. Leightner is able to be seen off to one side of the main area, packing and rotating the front line medical go bags. He is packing them carefully and rotating them so they are ready to be grabbed and taken to anywhere on the ship in case a call for medics comes in.

The large beefy looking MP walks into Sickbay. His eyes on his pad as he has a list of a few personell names. He scrolls through one and looks over to Leightner. He glances down to the pad, matching a name with the face and then the body in the room, Petty Officer Third Class Leightner?" He wonders as he tucks his pad away. His voice showed no emotion within it as he made his way deeper in, "If you have a moment, I need to speak with you on the simulator bombing. I will not take much of your time."

Leightner turns at the sound of his name, folding the bag and sliding it into the cubby deftly. Looking to Dray his eyes lighten slightly in recognition, and he nods, pointing to a treatment area, "Over there, please sir? It's out of the way and we can speak. I'll get my reports on the incident and be there in a moment." He nods as he moves to a file cabinet, getting a clipboard and the files in question before moving to speak with the new MP investigator.

He recalls seeing the doctor on Minos when the Orion came to the rescue. He offers him a nod of his head as he walks in towards the suggested spot the man has mentioned, "I want to say thanks for your work on Minos. I know myself and many Taurans are thankful for your time and skill." He says before pulling his pad out, "I will be recording this conversation as well for offical documention, just so you know." He says and looks at the man waiting for a response before he starts recording.

Leightner smiles, nodding, "That were me pleasure, I assure ye. I'm glad yer outta OCS and on duty. Now I haveta call ye sir." He says, smiling, known for his thick Virgonese accent. He sets his clipboard down on the table, and nods to the recording. "When yer ready."

Dray activates the recording and lets it begin. He then starts, "I am here with Petty Officer Leightner, Service Number 223-86-0847. If you could tell me where you were and what you were doing at the time of the simulator explosion leading up to the point where you were called in to the scene." He says and holds the pad to show the mans face while he waits for his statement.

Leightner nods, "At tha time in question I was here in Sickbay on duty. I was on B an B, whot we call Bunks an Brig. But tha position is actually doin minor ditues in Sickbay, remainin available fer ship calls. When somone calls on a Wireless fer a medic, we dispatch. Th first indication o tha incident was the acousitc an shock passin through the ship, an a team of medics under me left Sickbay fer tha general direction o tha explosion before tha call came in." He's trying to clean up his accent for the recording, but is carefully recounting. "Tha call came in to tha simulator rooms, an that let us have a location, proper. We met wit Damage Control teams outside tha Simulator room and went in together. Upon entering tha rooms, I immediately determined tha most critically wounded. Viper Pilot, callsign o 'Sniper' Who had sustained massive chest injuries from tha shrapnel o tha explosions." He looks to the clipboard, lifting a piece of paper, checking something, "Other medics tended ta tha other wounded, and Sniper was brought back to surgical bay one where he died on tha table at 0343 hours." He nods, looking back to Dray. "All medical writeups are available fer requisition an review from tha whole team."

Dray nods to that, "We shall pull the reconds when we need to. Thank you. What can you tell me about the blast radius kill zone? Based on your medical knowledge, did it seem like the bomb placement was critical for small or a larger causalty base?" He wonders as he keeps his gaze on the man while he ask the questions. Still the large man does not show nor reflect any emotions on his features as the information is recorded. "We will talk more about the victims in a moment."

Leightner tilts his head, "Well, simulators aren't my speciality but they aren't known fer exploding, let alone twice, so accidental explosion was ruled out as fast as it happened. An interesting thing that occured to me was the bombs were placed fer hitting a number o pilots, rather than a specific one." He nods, "The bombs went off while tha pilots were standin in tha simulator room, not when they were in tha simulators. It makes sense that tha bomber were going fer a lotts pilots an not jus one. Because in simulators ye got pilots sittin in their own little protective shells of tha sims, but ye could pop one person in their sim an not hit others. No this were a room turned into a blender wit flying metal. Lotsa viper pilots an two Raptor crews." He nods, "I think it were aimed at tha Strikes."

Dray nods his head at this useful information, "Was there any pilots that were not hurt at all in the explosion? Perhaps some who were not in the way of the explosion when it happened? And did you find anything about those who were killed or injured that could help like resadue. Any that might help us find those responsible no matter how minor the detail." He states softly as he watches the mans body language as he waits for him to speak his thoughts on the matter.

Leightner shakes his head, "Honestly, sir? After I started work on Sniper.." He shakes his head, "He were seven kinds o ground meat. I kept him alive ta surgery, an tha took all I could do as well as Specialist Cee, but.. turns out he died anywat. I think ye'd have more luck with tha DC crews who responded. They were checkin fer damage an ta prevent more explosions. I were elbows deep in blood an thas where me focus were." His body language is… as tense as expected considering that a man still died dispite his best efforts. Talking about the explosions and bombings doesn't bother him as much as his losing struggle to save Sniper.

Dray nods his head to him, "Thank you for your time. Your information will come in handy to assist us in finding those responsible. If there is not anything else further you can tell me, I will move on." He replies before he glances around the medical room then back tothe man. He stands tall and proud like a looming MP should.

Leightner thinks about it for a moment, then shakes his head briefly, "Nothin really comes ta mind, sir. If theres anything else I can do, please feel free ta let me know." He shrugs, really not coming up with anything, "I know tha medical reports from tha responders are supposed ta be as detailed as possible, so ye might have more luck there."

Dray shuts the recording off and nods a bit, "We will look over them as needed. Thank you again for your time." He then tucks the pad away and turns and begins to head out of the sick bay. His job here for now was done.

Leightner nods, taking his clipboard and moving back to the file cabinet as the interview is concluded. He gets back to work, directly.
Dray leaves, heading toward the Fore Corridor [FC].
Dray has left.

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