If I Could *Talk* With The Internal Organs, *Walk* With The Interna
"In here, in here!"
"I know where the medibay is, Shakespeare!" snapped Keto as
Shakespeare dragged him around the corner and into the main bay.
Angrily, he shook the surgeon off and asked irritably, "Now what is
this all about?"
"Just watcheth!" protested Shakespeare, and turned to face the
quarantine room. The appendix was still there, noticeably larger
than even the last time. Shakespeare cleared his throat.
"What be thy name?" he asked. Behind him Keto frowned.
"My name is Keto, you mo..."
"Not thee! The appendix!" snapped Shakespeare. Keto fell silent,
unsure whether to laugh or call for security. The lunatic turned
back to the quarantine room.
"It matters not, perhaps thou dost hath no real name," the Bard
muttered, "But...speaketh 'apple'."
There was silence.
"Mayhap 'banana'?"
There was more silence. Shakespeare coughed nervously and turned
to face Keto, who was standing with arms folded and a stony
expression on his face.
"Uhh," said Shakespeare, "Charles, banana ith very difficulteth to
pronounce, even myself hath trouble with it upon nefarious
occasions..."
"Shakespeare!" bellowed Keto, "Do you actually have anything to
show me or not?"
"But...it...it spoketh!" pleaded Shakespeare, turning to the
appendix, "Dids't thou not?"
Silence.
"Shakespeare, I am leaving now," said Keto quietly, "And when I
come back, I 'desireth' for 'thy feebleth braineth ineth youreth
headeth' to be present and awaiting anyone to FIX it! Clear!?"
"Clear," mumbled Shakespeare, bowing his head. Keto nodded firmly,
and stormed out of the medibay.
"Crazy surgeons, mad ensigns, talking appendixes...what in hell's
name will be next?" he growled as he stamped up the corridor.
*Rustle-rustle* came a noise from behind him. Keto sighed.
"Of course," he said, shaking his head, "Living trees."
*Rustle, rustle-rustle.*
"I KNOW TREES ARE NORMALLY LIVING!" yelled Keto, whirling to face
the mass of pink branches, "BUT ORDINARILY, THEY STAY IN FORESTS
WHERE THEY BELONG! THEY DON'T START MOVING AROUND FOR A CHANGE OF
SCENERY! GAH!"
With that, Keto stormed off once more. By now he was pretty
practised in the art of storming, and lost the tree within seconds.
Mainly because it was standing still and drooping unhappily, but Keto
felt satisfied by his storming performance all the same.
"How on earth can my day get any worse?" Keto wondered.
Out on the promenade, people stared at Evil Phil, dangling Tara
over the drop that would have killed anything that dropped down it,
tree or not. Keto sat in a nearby cafe, occasionally glancing over
and shaking his head. As he ordered another cup, the girl behind the
counter frowned at him.
"Isn't she one of your nurses?" she asked. Keto smiled grimly.
"Yes."
"Then aren't you going to help her?" asked the girl, frowning even
more. Keto shrugged and returned to his seat.
"What's the point?" he asked, more of himself than of the
girl, "When my co-doctor is a playwright and we work with a sentient
tree?"
Nevertheless, he felt a slight pang in his side. It could have
been mere indigestion, or his appendix wanting to have a chat (Keto
smiled humourlessly), but then again it could have been something
that he hadn't suffered from in years...
...guilt.
Keto downed his coffee in one go, and looked over once more, to see
Evil Phil grinning and swinging Tara alarmingly.
"Perhaps I should go over and have a closer look," mused Keto,
standing slowly, "If only to see if anybody needs any ointment..."
That said, he started to walk nonchalantly over.
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OOC: Will he interfere...or just laugh? I haven't made up my mind
myself, yet. :)
- Dr Keto, Blarf Dwue Anctor Dod Maintment Oiker Extraordinaire
P.S. You see what the tagline has driven me to? *sobs*