| Checking Files |
| Summary: | Kincaid paws through paperwork in Sickbay and catches up with Stavrian about Jase's background check. |
| Date: | 26 Jun 2041 AE |
| Related Logs: | Keeping Donut Busy |
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| Sickbay - Deck 10 - Battlestar Cerberus |
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| Being able to accommodate combat casualties requires room, and the Sickbay has it. Beds line each side of the room with privacy curtains strung up and readily available. Large vaulted lockers hold access to the supplies at the far end of the area. Nearer the front, a Petty Officer sits ready to dispense simple items like ibuprofen and aspirin. Further to the rear is an area prepped twenty-four hours a day for emergency surgery. To the side are a set of double doors that lead to the Recovery Ward where patients can recuperate. |
| Post-Holocaust Day: #120 |
Kincaid needed to look at medical records. Medical didn't want to give up the records or let Kincaid photocopy them for lack of paper. This is the compromise. The Lance Corporal is seated on one of the chairs in the small waiting room. A stack of files sits next to him on another chair. He has a pen in hand. This is his make-shift office.
Stavrian is one of the sea of scrubs-wearing personnel going in and out of the recovery room. His right shoulder is kept rigid with a dark beige brace under the scrub top, the edges of which peek up above the white neck of his undershirt. Carrying two charts to the front nurses' station, he hands them over with a couple words exchanged in the low volume of attempted privacy. As the nurse looks over the writing on the papers, he glances absently over his shoulder towards the Marine camped out with papers.
Kincaid glances up as he catches the entrance of a new person in his peripheral line of vision. He glances up, setting the file that he's been looking over to the side. "Hey. El-Tee. Do you have a second? I know you've got to be slammed, but …"
Stavrian turns halfway around, his hand lingering on the lip of the nurses' desk. A glance back at the woman behind the desk, who with a simple gesture assures him that she can read his writing. The LT looks back at Kincaid and takes a few steps closer to his 'office', loosely folding his arms over his chest. "Sure, Lance. What's up?"
"I've got this background check I'm working on, a guy down in the Starboard Hangar Deck. I was wondering if you could take a look at him for me as part of the report." Kincaid makes his way towards the desk, meeting him about half way in between. "Name's Jase Hylas. We picked him up off of Leonis. When I saw him to begin the check, he was presenting with shaking and other tremors. Admits to drug manufacture, use, and distribution. Claims his withdrawal is purely psychological because he was using his own stuff." He rattles off these facts in a way that a paramedic — or, well — a reporter would.
Stavrian's dark brows twitch together. He nods once, shifting his arms. "Yeah, we can take a look at him. What class of drugs is this that he was supposedly into? If you know."
Kincaid sighs, thinking back to the conversation. "Claims it was a blend of euphoric, hallucinogen, and hypnotic. Whatever that means. Sounds like he shoved together anything he had available in the lab, if you ask me."
The corner of Stavrian's mouth tics, a slight smirk. "Got it. We'll need a blood draw immediately; some of these drugs clear out of the system very quickly. I'll send a nurse to Starboard to get that today so we can get a panel going on it. How long ago did you observe him showing these symptoms?"
"Interview was four days ago. I figured I'd try to run you down about it, but I also figured you had some bigger fish on your line." Kincaid nods to the Recovery Room. "It's not the sexiest case, but he has the looks of a possible dissident, so the Major wants a full work-up on him."
Stavrian half-smiles at the Marine. "Save the sexy for television. These days we're ecstatic when a case is actually routine. You want to have one of your boys bring him down here, or would you feel better if the examination happened up in the bay?"
Kincaid tilts his head to the side, considering this. "I think he'll be fine up here, assuming that's easier for you, sir. He's not violent; just lippy. At this point, he seems to understand that his best chance for avoiding the brig is cooperating with me. Since he's already admitted the drug use and withdrawal, I think he'll go along with a blood panel at this point." Deduction in action. "I'll give you a page when I've got him ready and you're free." He nods to the files on the chair. "I've got this other investigation going on, too, into missing morpha."
"Sure," Stavrian nods his assent at the plans for their Starboard handoff. "Dr. Bia will need to sign off on the medical report, so you know. One of us will get it back to you soon as it's done." He falls silent to listen to the rest, and that sets one black brow ticking upwards. "Missing morpha?"
"Apparently some supplies have gotten up and walked off. I'm turning the pages through some files to see if anything is in there that might point us towards a suspect or motive. Someone who might need a fix because of a dependency." Kincaid shrugs. "Welcome to the investigative team, I suppose."
Stavrian thinks his lips into a narrow line. "So we've got a diverter. Well, Lance, I can do you one better. If you can give me the exact quantities missing and the dates, I can look in the Pyxis system and tell you who withdrew them. It might not tell you who still /has/ them, but it'd be somewhere to start."
"It should turn up in the system," Stavrian says, nodding once. "There's no way to get morpha without going through the Pyxis. Like I said, the problem is it won't tell you definitively who ended up with the drug in the end…but it's better than nothing. You get that down to me and I'll run the numbers against the logs. It will at least give more solid evidence to combine with any histories. And you're welcome, Lance. Anytime."