Re: Concussion

Who: Keto Jay and Nikola
Where: Onboard the Phoenix, heading towards the Blue Dwarf's landing
bay
When: A few minutes after the last post
<snip>
> "Just get me back to my medibay," he hissed grouchily, casting an
> irritated glare at the back of Jay's head. When he didn't turn
> around, Keto shifted his glare to Nikola, who was likewise not at all
> bothered to look at the concussed doctor.
>
> "Cretins," Keto murmured to himself.
</snip>
It was truly an amazing sight. What would normally be considerered
somewhat large ships were dwarfed by the BD's immense, hulking mass as
they were flying into its bowels. Heck, any one of those ships could
be smeared across the ramscoops and no-one would even notice. Except,
maybe, the pilot. These thoughts, as well as many others, were
swarming the recesses of Nikola's mind as he saw the Blue Dwarf draw
nearer and nearer. With Jay concentrating on landing and the doctor
half concious (he didn't really think Keto'd be up for small talk
anyway), there wasn't anyone to really talk to.
When the ship finally touched home, Nikola was betrayed by his own
body: He had neglected the fact that he wasn't used to fast movements,
especially space travel. He felt light-headed and all his muscles
went weak. He quickly held his forehead and clenched onto his
stomach. He could not take the wraith of his abused insides, however,
and he fell to his knees.
"Oh, maaaan," Nikola shuddered as he slowly clambered his way back
up. "I need to find a trash can. You can go ahead and get Doc Keto
to wherever he needs to go."
"I'm not escorting him all the way back to the medi-bay! I'm in a
smegging wheelchair!" was Jay's response. As much as he'd love
dragging Keto halfway across the ship by the feet, it would only make
his sitiuation worse.
"Fine. I'll *gulp* be right back." Nikola shifted his right hand
from his forehead to his mouth as he staggered down an open corridor,
his eyes darting in search of a recepticle.
All the while, Keto was somewhat awake, but fully aware of what was
happening. "I hope that miserable creature has pneumonia," he scalded.