Trisees \'patients\' is wearing thin...

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Who: Medibay Deviants.
Where: Medibay.
When: Madenning.
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"Jay, I'm nurse Vanessa Chrysler."
Trisees looked up at the new nurse.
"Another addition to this funhouse? She looks about as intelligent
as that animate bush over there. How many more lunatics are employed
in this asylum of a medibay?" he asked.
*Rustle*
"Did I ask for any sort of contribution from you?"
*Rustle*
"I'M NOT SHAKESPEARE!"
*Rustle*
Trisees glared.
"If that is true, and you aren't Shakespeare, then how did you
understand the tree? Only medibay staff can understand what it's
rustles mean," stated Coffey, a small grain of hope appearing in the
wilderness of negative emotions.
Trisees sneeered.
"Residual effects of Shakespeare's mind. But then, being a mere
PLASTIC surgeon, I wouldn't have expected you to have understood such
an easy premise."
Coffey was silent, the tree drooping in the corner, and the new
nurse standign at the holes of the medibay.
"Hazel, who is that?" asked Vanessa, instinctively backing away
from the tied down man.
"He was the chief surgeon," said Coffey sadly. "But now, I don't
know who he is. I just want the surgeon back."
"Look, imbeciles, let me out of this straight jacket," requested
Trisees, he was becoming more and more restless, and would have given
anything to be able to move his arms.
"No. No, I don't trust you," said Coffey.
"Why not? Look at the situation. I, unable to do any serious
damage due to a) the fact that I know nothing upon where I am, b) no
DESIRE to do any damage and of course c) there is a security team
standing at the holeway who I'm SURE will be happy to kill me at the
first sign of anything."
A sombre nod from Jackson did not improve Trisees feelings about
his impressions surrounding the ship's crew.
Coffey looked at Trisees, who looked about ready to burst.
"Ok. I relent, but only because I love the mind that you've somehow
locked away. As for you Trisees, I have as much love for you as I do
Keto, and I will gladly give those guards out there any sort of
signal to kill you."
There was a slight gasp from the Big Pink Tree.
"Intimidating you ain't," said Trisees.
Coffey scowled and undid the ropes holding Trisees arms together.
"Finally, I get treated like a human being," he said, walking over
to Shakespeare's desk and seating himself at it.
Coffey called Nurse Chrysler over to her desk and created a new
space at Wildflowers, before nipping into the medibay storage room
and extracting a chair.
"Until we recover the stolen property somehow, whereever it's
gone," mused Coffey, "you'll have to share a desk with Wildflower.
She's quite a laugh once you get to know her."
"And here's the catastrophe now," spat Trisees as Wildflower
entered the medibay.
"Shut up, Trisees," said Wildflower angrily. "Hazel, how come
we've lost Shakespeare? I liked him. I like Trisees as much as I
like a hole in the head."
"How about I make a hole in your head?" asked Trisees, helpfully.
"Did you just suddenly become ten times more obnoxious?" asked
Coffey. "Leave everyone alone, or you'll go back in the strapped up
jacket."
Trisees glowered, and then looked at the papers on Shakespeare's
desk.
He was not enjoying himself. There was no one onboard that he
could talk to, no one who understood the situation he was facing, no
way to regain the last twelve years and no reason for what had
happened. He wished he was back on Callisto.
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