ALT #421: You're Cleared To Go
You're Cleared To Go
Summary: Amos escapes medical. Sort of.
Date: 03/Mar/2014
Related Logs: I Think I saw Your Fir.. FRAK!
Amos Song 
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 #421

It's two days now since a Jack on Caprica thought he'd be kind enough to introduce Amos to the business end of his grenade launcher and all being said, the marine is feeling an aweful lot better. His arm is still a little tender but his head no longer feels like it's been used to batter down a brick wall and he considers that a solid win. He is however, bored, and itching to get back to work, although he's resisted the urge so far to corner every passing nurse or corpsman and ask them to go find a doctor to check him over. So, for now at least, he's sat on the edge of his bed, playing triad against the guy with a broken foot in the bed next to him.

Doctor Song emerges from his office to make the rounds in the recovery ward. "Ah, excellent Captain," he says, seeing Amos sitting up and active. "I'm glad to see you're recovering so quickly. Although, I have to question your judgement, playing Triad with Collins here. He might not be quick enough to avoid a pallet on his foot, but he is a /mean/ Triad player." He smirks at both men and Collins grimaces as his cover as a 'new player' is blown before he can bilk Amos for any real money.
"Can you stand, please, Captain Ommanney? I think we can complete your physical and see you on your way," Song adds.

Amos glances sideways as she hears the doctor approaching, although he's careful to not show his cards as he does so. "And how do you know I'm not as well Captain?" he asks with the faintest hints of amusement in his tone. Turning back to eye Collins for a moment to folds his hand and turns to stick them under his pillow so there's no chance of the other man cheating during this pause. Pushing himself to his feet he takes a step or two towards Song and waits for him to do his worst, saying simply, "compliments to your staff I think. They patch me up so quickly I might begin to suspect that they are sick of the sight of me."

"I agree," the doctor says. "Our staff here is outstanding."
"Got that right," one of the nurses quips as he walks by.
Song shakes his head in amusement and sets about his routine and shining lights into Amos's eyes, ears and nose, as well as checking joints and having the man move to report his pain levels in different positions. "Alright, this seems as I expected. You're cleared, but conditionally. No sparring, and emergency combat action only. You're still concussed, and you don't want to make that worse. Come back in a couple days and we'll see if you're cleared for sparring again."

Amos flashs a quick grin at the nurse's quip then turns back to have his eyes assaulted by that torch. It's not particualrly pleasant but it's no longer enough to set of a raging headache so he nods in agreement to the Doc's words. "I don't suppose that you're willing to class the battalion's paperwork as sparring are you Captain?" he asks, histone making clear it's a jest, before he asks more seriously, "I may need to be off ship to continue the investigations into the explosions on the Mallfut. Is that going to be a problem?"

Song laughs out loud and shakes his head. "Sorry, that's on you Ommanney." He makes a few final notes on the clipboard he brought with him and shakes his head at the other question. "No no, that's fine, Captain. You're cleared to go off ship, and for any administrative duties. But I can't clear you for planned combat ops yet. Concussions are serious business. Another explosion so soon after the first could leave you with lasting brain damage." Song pauses to make sure that point sinks in.

"I suspect there's some as might say there's no brain left to damage," Amos replies with another flash a grin. He's had the concussion talk a few times over his career though so nods solemnly as he chalks up another. "I'll be careful Doctor, you have my word. Forty eight hours," he checks his watch quickly, "or sooner if I feel faint or dizzy, or the headache returns with a vengance."

Doctor Song nods and clicks his tongue. "You know the drill, Captain. And no alcohol," he says in a tone that implies he doubts he needed to tell him, but is obligated to do so. "You're cleared to go. See you in 48." Song smiles and nods, releasing the fellow Captain.

Amos doesn't need to be told no, but there is a momentarily longing look as he thinks on the contents of his hipflask which are denied him. A short nod is given to Song though and he straightens himself up as he's released. "Thank you Captain, and your staff," then he turns to retrieve the cards and pass them back to Collins before heading back to his own bunk. The paperwork can wait a while longer.

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