No Ointment? Wah!

> "Get him out of here!" Tara yelled at the boys and gesturing
> towards Keto who was headed for his ointments "And don't let him go
> till i've finished with Alota!"
Keto sat grumbling (as usual) in the corner of the room, glaring
across at where Tara was applying one of his ointments (one of *his*
ointments!) to Alota's knee.
"That's *my* ointment!" mumbled Keto to himself, "*I'm* the Chief
Doctor around here, whether I'm locked away here or not, and yet one
of my own staff takes *my* ointments and uses them on patients
without *my* consent!"
Sighing, Keto checked the cabinet beside his own bed. Sure enough,
there was a gap in the small row of miniature ointment bottles he had
brought along.
"Well," he mused, "At least she took the right one. Anything else
could have been disasterous!"
Then he frowned and leaned forwards, pushing aside one bottle.
"Oh..." he said, after a slight pause, "*That's* the right one.
But then...what...?"
Keto glanced over at Alota and Tara again. Nothing untoward seemed
to be happening to Alota's knee.
"Perhaps it will help anyway," said Keto hopefully, "I mean, it's
not as if it could possibly make things worse..."
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OOC: He had to say it, didn't he. ;) Heh, that'll teach me to label
ointments in a filing system that nobody else can understand!