It Was A Hiccup, Honestly!

"I'm not fired then?" asked Tara. Keto glared at her.
"Well..." he said, taking a deep breath...
"Whatthehelldidyouthinkyouweredoingremovingaglowinggrowingandpossiblyr
adioactiveorganfromanareathatwehaveclearlydesignatedasquarantinedand
thereforepossiblyendagering..."
Keto took a deep breath.
"...thelivesofeverycrewmemberonboardthisship?!"
Silence fell. There was a faint rustle of shock from the Big Pink
Tree, but Keto ignored it. When Tara didn't reply, just stared at
the floor, Keto shook his head.
"On the other hand," he said somewhat more calmly, "You *did* get
rid of that irritating little Ensign, and so I suppose I can let you
continue to work here..."
Suddenly there was a faint noise from the corridor outside. Keto
froze, then heard footsteps coming up the corridor.
"Oh smeg," he whispered, closing his eyes. The footsteps entered
the room, and stopped.
"My cough's back," said Ensign Wildflower, as Keto opened his eyes
fearfully, "And you did say to return if..."
"IT WAS A H..." began Keto, then raised his hands in despair.
"You know what? Just forget it. Get in the office and sit there
until I have time to pronounce you clinically insane," he snapped.
As Ensign Wildflower walked past and entered the office, he spun on
his heel and pointed one finger at the cowering Big Pink Tree.
"And as for *you*...I'm just about sick of your backchat! Get in
that office as well!"
*Rustle...*
"I DON'T CARE WHAT THE LIGHTS DO TO YOUR FOLIAGE!" roared
Keto, "GET IN THERE!"
The only sound in the next few seconds was that of the office door
closing behind the petrified Big Pink Tree. Keto stood utterly still
for a second, then let out a sigh.
"Nurse Cleavage," he muttered, walking towards the door, "Stay here
and treat anyone who comes along. Do NOT let either of those two
cretins out of my office, do NOT release any radioactive creatures
into the ship and do NOT make personal calls on the medibay line. Am
I completely clear in what I am saying?"
Tara nodded.
"Good," sighed Keto, "I'm going to have a drink, for once. If
anybody calls for me, I'll be in the bar..."
He hesitated.
"...unless it's Shakespeare, in which case you don't know where I
am. Got it?"
Another nod.
Keto turned on his heel again and, wondering vaguely why he ever
volunteered for this job, stepped forwards and into a closet full of
medical equipment.
"I am not having a good day," he growled as he stormed through the
right door and down towards Parrots.
"Maybe I'll even get a MacDonald's..." he mused as he entered the
elevator.
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OOC: Yey, I got the "yells ow" riddle right! And I didn't get the
other one despite doing Chemistry A-Level! I'm going to fail! Yey!
- Dr Keto, Ointment Dwarf and Extraordinarily Blue Doctor