[IC] Deck 12 - Sickbay
[From Ready Room]
Devon breezed into the main Sickbay area, her sharp green eyes taking in the room as she entered. As threatened, a security detail was already there, but they'd had the sense to station themselves out of the way. "What's his condition?" she demanded of the intensivist, who jumped slightly at the sound of her voice, not having realized who it was that had entered the room.
"Uh, stable, doctor," she replied, hastily. "BP 126 over 95, heart 79 bpm, O2 sats 93."
"Good." She looked over at the other two who had been assigned to watch MacLearen, trying to recall their personnel files. She'd really only taken note of their medical experience, naturally, so she was at a bit of a disadvantage trying to remember if they'd both been here prior to the mutiny or whatever it was or not. Before she'd arrived, however, she had been told that the Sickbay staff was somewhat more intact than many of the other departments, given that mutineers, in general, did not do much recruiting among medical personnel.
Regardless of whether or not they had participated in any kind of uprising, they still might have some sympathies for their former commander. On the other hand, these were all highly-trained people, and she found it hard to believe that any of them would risk even one life simply as a show of solidarity with a disgraced ex-captain.
On the other other hand, she knew she had something of a blind spot when it came to non-medical matters, so she couldn't count on that. But she was in charge now, and she had to try to fix all this.
"All right, attention, please," she finally said, waving all Sickbay staff in sight to come closer. "First, the patient is going to be closely monitored. I want at least two people watching his condition every minute. Second, we're going to be checking every piece of equipment in this Sickbay, and I mean every. Single. One. Once you've finished checking something in every way you know how, ask someone else to check it again. Then I'll check everything again myself."
She paused uncomfortably, for once very aware that she was doing something that no one in the room would like. "As some of you have already worked out, I'm strict and I'm tough. I expect the best from each and every one of you. And sometimes, I'm going to ask all of you to do things that you don't want to do, maybe things that don't even seem to make a lot of sense. But I will always have a reason for any request I make, and I will always act in what seems to me the best possible way for the health and well-being of this crew. And I will never ask any of you to do anything I'm not willing to do myself." Again she paused, even more uncomfortably, and this time raised a hand to wave everyone back to their posts. "Okay, that's all the morale-boosting you're going to get from me. Everyone get to work."