Worser and Worserer

Who: Trisees, Keto, Soon-To-Be-Corpse of Tara, Vanessa
Where: New Wales
When: Yeah.
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<<SNIP>>
Behind him, Keto stifled a laugh, then shouted over at the fighting mass.
"I NEED A STRETCHER OVER HERE! NOW!"
<<END SNIP>>
Amber made sure the saftey was on her weapons before flying into the
medical shuttle in a small tornado of worry and panic.
"KETO!" She bellowed looking for the doctor.
"Like mother like daughter," he murmered.
"Where is she? Where's mum?" Amber frantically looked around for Tara.
"Oh, I don't know, where could she possibly be?" growled Keto,
half-turning and letting Amber see Tara lying on the table in front of
him, hidden beneath blood and bandages, "Maybe she's gone for a walk!
That must be it! She's walking around right now. Go and find her."
Trisees appeared holding a set of bandages and a bottle of ointment,
just in time to see Amber start crying at what Keto had said.
He looked at the doctor, who was frantically trying to keep one of his
medical staff for dying and then at Amber.
"Chin up," he said. "She might die!"
Amber looked mortified.
"Don't you know who I am?"
"Should I? I find myself not entirely caring."
Amber looked from one to the other of the people who had just insulted
her mother. She sighed inwardly, noting that this could only be
Trisees, whom her mother had talked about in an interesting light.
"Trisees, I assume?" she said, bottling the rage that bubbled under
the surface. "I am Amber Keats. Tara is my mother and the brat you are
friends with is my brother." She stepped closer towards him as she
said the last few words.
Trisees stood still, a little non plussed and generally unphased. He
shrugged.
"Brat? I don't really know what you are referring to. Maybe Keto
should take a look at you too," he suggested, rolling his eyes and
pushing past her.
"Got these, thought they might mean something to you."
He put them next to Keto. "I dunno though Charles, I'm breathing and
unhurt, so are you, that's all that really matters isn't it?"
"Some would disagree, unfortunately," said Keto quickly, as Amber's
eyes flared and she took a deep breath. "Your mother," he continued
after a split-second pause, "Is in a critical condition at the moment.
She has multiple gunshot wounds and, frankly, I don't have time to
deal with you right now. If you have any extremely, and I mean
extremely, quick questions, or if you've got a copy of her will
leaving everything to me, then speak up. Otherwise, kindly get the
hell out of the way."
He placed the ointment and bandages down and met Amber's gaze for the
first time. Surprisingly, he didn't flinch.
Amber was torn between emotions, whilst she would quite happily brain
Trisees, despite not being evil anymore, she could not think of
anything but her mother.
"Will she be ok? Will she live?" Amber asked, moving to her mothers
bedside and brushing some hair out of her face. She looked up at Keto,
her eyes begining to fill with tears.
The doctor sighed, then tried to smile. Unfortunately, not being a
natural smiley person, it came out as something akin to a grimace.
"We'll get her back to the medibay and treat her there. While her
condition's bad, it's not the worst we've handled."
Of course, he thought to himself, usually the medical staff were
helping to treat the patient, not busy BEING the patient.
"Lawrence, a word," he murmured, nodding towards the shuttle exit,
leaving Amber to look over her mother for a moment. "Look," he said
under his breath so that Amber couldn't hear, "I don't rate her
chances, especially not down here. Especially not with that warzone
outside. How good are you on medical knowledge nowadays?"
"Sadly I have in my head everything that Shakespeare knew. Surgical
procedures are a part of my mind. Ijust didn't want to say anything
because..." his voice got lower. "It would involve helping people
and, you know...well, enough said."
He looked quite embarassed.
"Trust me, I feel your pain," hissed Keto, who then sighed and shook
his head. He took another step towards the exit hatchway and peered
outside. Dwarfers and Welsh people were still fighting, the major
battles having turned into brutal, vicious skirmishes now. "She's
going to need major surgery back on the Dwarf, but there's not a lot
more we can do down here, really."
He turned back to face Trisees, Amber and the injured form on the
table, shaking his head.
"Once the medical staff get back here, we'll be able to get her back
to the medibay. And, of course, once I'm back in *my* medibay,
everything's going to be just fi-"
There was a gunshot from outside, cutting Keto off in mid-boast. The
doctor frowned and tutted at the interruption, then frowned a little
more and looked down.
A red stain was already beginning to cover his chest, the unfortunate
shot having caught him just under the left arm.
"...ne," he managed, and fell forwards.
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OOC: To Be Continued...