Diplomacy
Diplomacy
Summary: Zaharis has to read Gaelan the riot act. It turns out well.
Date: 51 ACH
Related Logs: Dinner Theatre
Players:
Zaharis..Gaelan..

Chief Medical Officers Office Genesis - Deck 13
51 ACH 6285 Souls


The office of the Chief Medical Officer is a small room, used mostly for consultations and review of sensitive patient materials than the paperwork of the Medical department, which goes through the Naval Administrative offices. Still somehow it has file cabinets along one wall stuffed full of papers, two chairs in front of a desk behind which a large leather chair is set. On the desk sits a computer terminal.
Sitting on the file cabinet is a Rod of Asclepius carved from two different types of wood. The rod is made from lighter wood, while the snake is darker. The eye of the snake is inlayed with tiny crystals so that it sparkles in the light. It stands on a smallish pedestal with a legend: Do no harm to thyself nor to others.


Gaelan steps up to the CMO door and knocks on it while opening it. Looking over to Zaharis he nods to the CMO, "You wanted to see me?"

Zaharis is in his office, naturally. His computer is on, the screensaver from Battlestar Windows XP moving over the black. He glances up from the papers he's writing on as Gaelan comes in, and nods. "Come on in. Grab a seat."

Gaelan steps around and lowers himself into the seat. He is moving a little slower than normal as he settles himself on the edge of the seat, his back straight as a board. Hands rest on his lap as he looks to Zaharis, "What's going on?"

"There was an incident last night concerning Sergeant Ramiro and Corporal Gars," Zaharis says, setting his pen down. "The Sergeant suffered minor injuries while the Corporal had to be brought in unconscious. Now what, exactly, Marines do to each other in their off-time isn't my area, but being as it involved medical treatment I needed to make you aware."

Gaelan nods slowly as he listens, "Was to be expected. Not that extent, but very well. I will talk with the Sergeant to find out what happened. What did they report as the cause?"

"A fall," Zaharis replies in a bland tone. "Down some stairs."

Gaelan coyly grins and nods, "They are tricky stairs. Especially if you have to turn around suddenly. I am guessing the Corporal just needed an overnight or he is back in the berthings?"

"I haven't released him yet," Zaharis says, sitting back in his chair. "Because I feel that due to example set by his commanding officer, he cannot be trusted for followup."

Gaelan eyes the CMO a moment then calmly comments, "Well considering I have no official record of an injury needing followup, I am not sure what you are talking about. Major." Medical vs. Marines.. Go!

"Are you honestly going to attempt to bring this down to semantics?" Zaharis asks Gaelan. "Because I had really been hoping that a man in your position could be more mature."

Gaelan shrugs slowly as he comments, "I am not trying to get into with you, but it comes down to that I have to set an example. That I am willing to do whatever it takes for these men. If it means I have to grit my teeth through two runs, then I will frakkin' grit my teeth for those two runs." Pausing just a moment he continues, "Besides I told you I would report today and my intentions are to report today for a checkup. After my evening run with my men."

"Major, you are in a position that dictates how the rest of your Marines will behave with regards to their health. Let me tell you the example you're setting," Zaharis says, calmy but seriously. "You are setting the precedent that it is alright for your men to ignore medical advice. That my staff and that I, personally, are the subjects of disrespect and our concerns can be willfully disregarded to do whatever they want. That it is fine to risk being unready in a sudden combat situation. And that it is perfectly alright to cost Sickbay staff extra time and supplies to treat an avoidable injury, that could have been spent on an unavoidable one, because you want to grit your teeth."

Gaelan eyes stay fixed on the Doctor as he leans forward slightly, "Major Zaharis. At this time your staff, nor anyone underneath my command is aware of any injuries to their CO. Therefore he is not underminding any medical authority or setting any level of precendence in to which my men would not defer to your orders. We can run round robin about this to the point of semantics but you will notice that I have Marines in your sickbay that are not participating in that run, because of your staffs orders. If I wanted to undermind you I would have them out there running. So unless there is something in my file that states that I have an open injury or issue, then I do not appreciate the tone of accusation you are taking with me Doctor."

"Major, yesterday in the mess hall I preserved your pride for you as best I could," Zaharis says, still just talking calmly. "And in front of your very enlisted that would be doing the run, after I expressed concern, you told me that there would be a run, but it didn't mean you were running. And then later, in front of them, you ran despite medical advice that the PO had given. That is a precedent your Marines will now follow. It makes the job of every doctor in this bay more difficult. Can you not come far enough up out of paperwork to understand what I'm saying?"

Gaelan shifts slightly as he comments, "Correct me if I am wrong but the Petty Officer never mentioned that I was the one injured. She stated that we had a discussion about bruised ribs and their effect. Not that I had the bruised ribs. Did I mishear her?"

"After speaking about your conversation, she said that she looked forward to seeing you in Sickbay to have your ribs checked. So yes, here you are wrong." Zaharis replies, nodding. "Look, I'm not trying to fight with you, or damage your pride, or take you away from your men whatever else you think I'm doing. I am talking to you, Major to Major, and I am asking you to remember the image you set. Because I and my staff are only here to be sure you and yours are in the right shape to do your jobs. I just need you to help make that easier. Please."

Gaelan nods slowly as he listens, "Then I apologize. I missed that comment from the Petty Officer. Then tell me how you wish to proceed with this. I would prefer to make the run tonight, even in an empty ruck made to look full. Unfortunately you know my medical suaveness better than anyone on this boat."

Zaharis smirks a touch, and nods. "I'm going to put you down for an exam right now. It won't take long and if you've already been running with those ribs then you need to be looked at. If you're given a greenlight by the attending, then you can do a light run without excess weight. If there's further damage to the ribs then I'll issue a light duty order and you'll need to direct it without running. I understand how important it is to be with your men. However I think you and I both also know that if those Cylons show up tomorrow in a shitty mood, we both want every Marine at top function possible. Especially you."

Gaelan nods slowly and glances back to the door then back to the CMO, "Who do I need to report to then? I understand where you are coming from and I agree we need to be in top shape." Resting his hands on the arms of the chair ready to get up when pointed in the right direction as he adds, "I am sure you understand why I acted like I did."

"Yes, I do," Zaharis replies simply. "So we understand each other now." He glances at the copy of the duty roster hanging on his board. "Dr. Kivian should be free to have a look at you. I'll buzz him and he'll have you in and out in time for lunch."

Gaelan nods slowly and stands, "Right away." As he rises since the cat is out of the bag there is a more obvious wince in the slowed movements of the Major. Stepping around the chair he looks back to the Major, "Need me for anything else?"

"Don't think so." Zaharis shakes his head, rolling his chair over to pick up his wireless headset. "I'll notify you about Gars' duty status when they've finished treating him."

Gaelan nods and steps out of the CMO's office.

Gaelan leaves for Sickbay [o].
Gaelan has left.

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