Medical Mechanical Madness

Who: Dr Keto, The Big Pink Tree, Various Machines
Where: The Medibay
When: During Mk.10's...excitable episode
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*Rustle.*
"I know what I'm doing."
*RUSTLE!*
"I SAID, I know what I'm doing! Go and drop some leaves somewhere
or something," growled Keto, brushing one of the Tree's branches
away from his shoulder and turning back to his work, irritably.
The patient on the medibunk in front of him was not, fortunately, in
dire need of concentration. True, they were presently unconscious,
but most people actually found this something of an advantage when
in the medibay, particularly with Keto present. And, it had to be
said, he preferred it that way too - there was far less annoyance if
the patients were unconscious.
Unless, of course, the Tree was present and had developed some odd
idea that Keto should flee and hide in his office. It was not doing
a good job of explaining its reasoning here, just saying that it was
due to a 'hunch'...although it was trembling a little and so was
being difficult to interpret. It might have said 'branch'.
"Look, will you GO AWAY!" snapped Keto finally, whirling around, and
waving an angry finger at the Tree, which cowered back into the
corner, quivering, "I am TRYING to ensure that the medical unit
attached to this bunk is keeping this patient as silen...uh, as
comfortable as possible, and you are not helping! Rustle off!"
With that, the Tree rustled forlornly one last time and hopped off
out into the corridor at some speed. Keto tutted.
"Crazy vegetable," he muttered, turning back to the medical
unit, "What kind of tree gets a hunch, anyway?"
The medical unit chose that moment to stick a hypodermic needle into
Keto's hand.
It caught him just between the first joint of his index finger and
the first joint of his middle finger. Had Keto been asked
previously, he would not have classified this as one of the top
three most sensitive parts of the body. This, however, did nothing
to dull the sensation.
"GRAAAGHAAANAH!" yelled Keto, involuntarily leaping a clear two feet
off the ground as he fell backwards, neatly snapping the needle off
and leaving it impaled in his hand. He crashed into one of the
miniature stasis booths along one of the far shelves, set up to keep
organic components from degrading.
"What in the...AARGH!" he managed, just before one of the stasis
cabinets snapped open and closed rapidly, managing to grab his ear
and freeze a thin sliver of it into a non-event mass with a quantum
probability of zero.
Keto, eyes watering, hypodermic needle stuck in his right hand and a
small stasis booth clipped to his left ear, fled the medibay,
looking for somebody to get help from or, failing that, blame.
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OOC: Tag people. :) And no, no internet at home yet, I'm writing
this from work. Give me a couple of weeks and I'll be back full
time.