That\'s DOCTOR Shakespeare, Thankyou.

Who: Keto, Shakes, Amber
Where: Medibay
When: Pimms o clocl
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<snip>
> "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."
<end snip>
Shakespeare frowned for the first time in years.
"STOPETH RIGHT'ST THERE!" he commanded to Keto, who looked up at
Shakespeare with shock just as he was moving to leave the bed.
"What did you say?" asked Keto incredulously.
"Stopeth thyself Charles! Thou'st be ill, unwell and all manner oth
sick! Thy ist nay working whils't I be'eth here!"
He rushed over to the unwell Chief Doctor and began to push him gently
back onto the bed, increasing the doseage of morphine that was
entering the man via a tube. Keto bleated pathetically at the
sixteenth century Surgeon.
"Don't, I have to...to...work...damn you....bard," he slowly closed
his eyes, the morphine rushing through his system and he breathed out
heavily.
"Thou art silly," chided Shakespeare, pulling the blanket back up to
cover Keto. He tucked the Chief Doctor in and looked back at Tara.
"I will see to thy," he said, bowing.
Tara smiled. "Where have you been Shakespeare? We've missed you, you
know."
Shakespeare smiled and opened his mouth to speak. He almost
immediately shut it again when he realised that he was unsure.
"I...I...I hath nay remebranc'e," he said worriedly, rubbing his head.
"I hops't this nay be a signeth of problems past."
"I'm sure its just a case of some kind of amnesia," soothed Tara.
Shakespeare nodded and walked to Amber with a set of splints and
bandages. "Let me see thy hand fair maiden, ands't I shalls't
attempteth to medicates't!"
<tag for the medibay :)>