My Appendix

Shakespeare
Corridors
Shakespeare moaned pathetically as he lay on the ground, his body
aching. He didn't want to move, he didn't feel like it. But he had
to get the pills for Haven Exodus, as well as get back to the
rehersals. Inside Shakespeare's mind, silence reigned. The
Rehearsals, he suddenly thought. I should be there! ARGH!
Shakespeare leapt to his feet, his knees complaining at the strain,
and rushed down the corridor, zooming past various people shocked to
see a dramtist/surgeon reaching speeds roughly as fast as a porsche.
In the medibay, Tara p[etted the appendix. It made a slight
growling noise.
"Tara, I don't think you should be holding that," protested Phil,
leanign closer to the wall.
"Why not?" asked Tara. She Looked down art the appendix as it made
a weird rumbling sound, and then yelped as her hand started burning.
She dropped the appendix and it hit the floor with a squelch. Before
sleithign along the ground and bouncing out of the medibay.
"That's why," said Phil looked with discomfort at the sentient
organ. Keto and Wildflower looked up at Tara.
"What happened?" asked Keto.
"Nothing," said Tara quickly. "I'm in trouble," she mouted at Phil
when Keto had turned his back.
Shakespeare reached the medibay almost three mintuets later and
halted quickly in hsi tracks. He saw Wildflower's appendix boucne
out of the medibay and stop in the middle of the corridor, giivng the
impression of lookign left and right.
Shakespeare sighed. "Oh no," he said and dived. He arced
gracefully throguh the air, and slid along the ground, securing the
appendix in his grasp and sliding into the medibay holding the alive
orgran. Keto, Wildflower, Phil and Tara looked at him as he skidded
along with the appendix into the centre of the room.
The big pink tree rustled excitedly.
"That was NOT a touchdown!" Keto said angrily at it.
Tara sighed a long sigh. 'I think my luck has chagned,' she
thought silently.
Shakespeare stood up quickly and ran alogn to the two jars and
placed the appendix in teh first one, secured it in a second, before
placing it in the third. He then heaved the third jar over to the
cordond off room it had been in before moved and airlocked in. He
walked over the glass viewing area to the see the appendix smash the
first jar and expand against the second one.
"Not a moment too soon," Shakespeare said calmly. He tapped a few
numbers into the electronic lock too, to make double sure that it
would not get out again and then turned back to the people in the
medibay.
"Who let the appendix escape?" he asked, a frown on his face. The
first one he'd used since he'd arrived onboard.
"It was me sir," said Tara quietly.
Shakespeare sighed and shook his head.
"Tara, there was a reason that the appendix was in thence. That is
a quaratine room, meaning that we don't know what that thing could'st
do next. It was a luck'sy thing for myself to hath caught it in the
corridor." Shakespeare walked back and forth alogn the room like a
cross parent. Keto, wildflower and the Tree all gave the impression
of being worried. They'd not seen Shakespeare annoyed and unhappy
before.
"I'm sorry, I thoguht it would make a nice pet," said Tara.
"A Pet?! Did thy not see the word Quaratine over it's jar?" said
Shakespeare, pointing to the original storage place of the appendix.
Tara looked at the ground and shook her head.
Shakespeare just sighed.
"Just please promise me that no one will try and get that appendix
out of there again. I need to run tests on it. And work out why it
glows blue. And why it's alive." the rest of the people in the
medibay nodded in agreement. The tree rustled.
Shakespeare's frown disappeared and was replaced with his trademark
smile.
"I need sickness pills for Haven Exodus," he said to Keto.
"Isn't haven a hologram?" asked Phil, speaking up. Shakespeare
turned to look at him.
"You're right. Who do I need pills for? I need some sickness
pills anyway, please."
Keto tossed him a jar of green coloured pills.
"Do these work?" asked Shakespeare walked hurriedly back out of the
medibay.
"Yes, of course," said Keto.
Shakespeare nodded and then sped from the room and back out in the
corridor, reaching his top speed again and heading for the Memorial
Hall.
Inside the medibay Keto added, "If you're a dog."
The tree rustled accusedly.
Keto smiled evilly.
"Revenge is sweet," he said in his defence, before laughing.
Inside the quaratine room, the appendix bounced happily in it's
jar. Tara looked at it through the window, then left the medibay
with Phil.
"Can I be a doctor?" asked Wildflower as Keto walked to his chair.
"A doctor?" asked Keto. "Why?"
"Because you look like you have fun," she said. Keto glared at her.
"No," he said bluntly.