Appendicitis

(Soz, Andy, but the appendix is going to be kept quiet...so they
won't know about it in the future. After all, none of the medibay
really wants it to be known that they let a giant organ escape from a
secure quarantine room. So Harris can't really know about it.)
"Before we go out," said Jay, glancing down the corridor after the
retreating form of Harris, "Do you mind if we drop by the medibay?"
"Why?" asked Alota.
"I had a little...uh...accident," replied Jay, thinking distantly
whether or not you were supposed to be able to feel anything below
your shins.
Alota agreed, looking somewhat puzzledly at Jay as he half-walked,
half-limped along the corridors.
"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine, really," muttered Jay, "Just so long as I can get some
proper medical tre...ah, hang on...no, never mind, I'll be fine
anyway..."
The door to the medibay swished open, revealing Tara standing
facing the quarantine room, hands on hips.
"No," they heard her say, "You can still see some of the twigs."
*Rustle-rustle?*
"No, appendixes don't have tw..." began Tara, half-turning. As she
did so, she spotted the others standing there, and rapidly tried to
change her sentence.
"...in brothers and sisters because they're not really alive or
anything and anyway you should know that being an appendix and all
and why are you asking me all these questions and hello Jay and Alota
what can I do for you?"
Jay and Alota blinked as Tara took a deep breath after that quick
(and almost comprehensible) explanation, then shrugged.
"I need something to help with bruising," explained Jay, "And,
although I hate to say it, it'll probably have to be ointment."
"Of course, right away," said Tara hurriedly, grabbing a bottle
from a cupboard without even looking at the label, "This one should
do just fine, goodbye now."
"Tara," frowned Alota, "Why were you talking to the appendix?"
"What appendix? I wasn't talking to any appendix!"
"No," said Jay, "She wasn't. It looks more like a tree covered in
some kind of fake appendix disguise."
"Oh, THAT appendix, ha-ha-ha..." laughed Tara nervously, "Yes,
that's an appendix alright. Ha-ha."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Definitely. It's definitely an appendix and not the Big
Pink Tree in disguise."
Jay and Alota stared at her for a few seconds, then cautiously
backed away towards the door.
"Okay Tara, whatever you say," nodded Jay as they stepped back
out. Outside, he whispered to Alota, "Is it just me, or does working
in the medibay make everyone insane?"
Suddenly, from above them in one of the ship's air vents, they
heard a voice.
"Don't be stupid!" it snapped, "It can't be around here anywhere!
Gah, I don't know why I bothered listening to you in the first place!"
"I swear, Charlie, I saw it up here someplace..."
"DON'T CALL ME CHARLIE!" screamed the first voice. Just then a
grating above Jay and Alota's heads was kicked downwards and Keto
dropped down, clutching a gun, red in the face and wearing now very
oily clothing.
"MY NAME..." he continued, before spotting them.
"Ah," he murmured, "Hello."
There was a pause. Then, without a word, Alota and Jay hurried
past, just as Wildflower dropped down from the vent as well.
"You were right," nodded Alota as they hurried onwards, "Absolutely
insane."