Re: Oops (Not OotS)

Who: Keto, Shakespeare, Amber
Where: Medibay
When: 25:62. Am.
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<<SNIP>>
> The door swooshed open lightly and Amber walked in,
> slightly paler than when she set off because her wrist
> hurt quite a bit now.
>
> "The fair maiden Tara is't duelly located in thine
> Intensive Care Unit." Shakespeare said in his unique accent.
>
> Amber scowled at Shakespeare, purely for his resemblance
> to Trisees and walked over to the ICU. As she tried to push
> the door open she yelped in pain.
>
> "I think I broke my wrist...." Amber said, getting paler and
> almost on the verge of passing out. She sat down in a chair
> and looked at the floor. "Sorry."
<<END SNIP>>
"Fantastic," muttered Keto, "So my Deputy Chief Medical Officer is in
Intensive Care, presumably having been cared for by a pair of
blithering idiots..."
"Nay, 'twas I and fair maiden Vanessa!" interrupted Shakespeare. Keto
glared at him.
"Like I said. Meanwhile, Vanessa and the pondweed have smegged off on
what is probably some wild goose chase revolving around a blood stain
of some sort, while I'm injured enough that walking around under my
own power is going to be a major feat for quite some time. And now I
have to treat a broken wrist. Fantastic."
"You're going to treat it? You're in bed!" Amber pointed out. Keto's
reply was a simple rolling of his eyes.
"Well, given that the only two people in this room capable of fixing
it are myself and the bloody Bard here, take your pick. Incidentally,
playwright, I'm going to be expecting some kind of explanation as to
how you and Lawrence came to reappear in my medibay...but for now,
just pass me those splints and bandages. Mrs Keats, come over here
and let me set that wrist, then we'll see about your mother."
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OOC: Tag. :)