Getting out of hand

[OOC] Quick thanks to the lads for sorting me out. And Im glad he
could feed your sadistic newbie mauling habit. Cheers boys.
Who: Micky, Vanessa Chrysler.
Where: The medi-bay.
When: A few hours after losing his arm.
"Where am I?" Micky struggled to open his eyes in the bright white
light.
"The medi-bay." He was having trouble seeing who said that, but she
sure had a sexy voice. "You took a big dose of the sedative. Do you
remember your name?"
"Jack Daniels."
"Oh dear. The mental damage could me more serious than we thought.
Your name's Micky Bellhorn. You're on board the...." She was
interupted by a very groggy Micky.
"I know my name. Only Jack Daniels could cure a hangover like
this." He rolled onto his side and went to push himself up out of
bed. Instead of bearing his weight, his arm went straight through it
and he landed in a heap on the floor.
Micky looked at his hand.
"Heavy night last night then..." He looked up at the nurse
questioningly, wincing as his eyes slowly adjusted to the light.
"I'm afraid not. You lost your arm in an accident a few hours ago.
We didn't have any bio mechanical prosthetics made to fit you, so
Holly built you a one-off holo-arm until we have your bi-mech
replacement ready. This is a lot to take in, are you alright?" She
was obviously concerned.
"I was in a fight. A big spider. It took my arm off!" Mickys head
was swimming full of bits of memories.
"I'm afraid not. It was a stray bazookoid round. We don't yet know
who it was, Holly can't seem to access the security data."
Micky just looked at her with a blank expression.
"Got me that Jack Daniels yet nurse?"
"It's Chrysler, Vanessa Chrysler." She stooped down and reached into
Mickys boot. "It's not JD, I know that much. Even the lab
technicians couldn't identify it. But if it's going to keep you calm
for a bit, I don't see any harm." She tossed him the flask.
"Chrysler..." Micky said, looking thoughtful. There was something
about that name for a split second, but the familiarity was
gone. "Cute name."
Micky sat staring at his hand, running a finger through the
pixellated skin. It was weird. He could sense his hand was there,
probably his brain not yet used to the fact it's gone, but it felt
cold.
"Get some rest, I'll be back shortly. You just try and remember what
happened. And no more about giant monsters!" She left the room and
the door slid shut.
Still poking his arm in and out of things, seemingly fascinated,
Micky sat. Not quite in shock, but still not quite all there.
Something happened here that was too suspicious. He got the feeling
there had been a big cover up, but that was just post-dismemberment
paranoia. Holly must be the key. All Micky needed to do now was
remember what a Holly is. It hadn't even occurred to him....
"Am I on a Space ship?!"