Pins and Needles

Where: Outside the medi-bay
Who: Canazza
When: A few hours after the shock therapy
Canazza stood in the corridor in his crisp clean uniform, hair combed
back into it's former, neat shape. He looked like he could be in a
space corps Recruitment Ad.
He felt much differently.
His face stung with pain from the myriad of shocks given to him by
his creation and room mate Little Timmy in a revenge attack, his left
arm was covered in scars from where the nurses mercilessly injected
unusual substances with 10 syllable names into him to 'ease his
pain' - when all they did was knock him out again.
And between times when he was awake, he couldn't keep any food down
for any length of time, due to the fact he spent the last month
eating veggie-crap and having nutriants injected via drip. The
longest was about an hour, then the nurse returned and gave him some
tablets, which caused an eruption bigger than Mount St. Helens,
covering most of the bedside table, the bed, himself, the floor, but
most of all, the nurse, and completly missing the sick-bowl. The
nurse never returned.
But now he could move with minimum of pain, unlike earlier when not
moving still hurt, he'd kept down a chicken sandwich for 3 hours now
and the remaining nurses decided it was time for him to leave, not
wanting to risk another eruption.
He had been briefed on the general situation, the ship was in
lockdown, the Polymorphs had been destroyed and the lifts wern't
working.
He headed for the nearest vent shaft, which had been marked with a
sign:
"Vents to decks 7, 8, 9 and 10, for other decks, take deck 8 and
follow directions"
It took him 10 hours to find the right section of the right deck of
his sleeping quarters as some hooligan had decided it'd be funny to
switch the signs around, either that or ineptitude on behalf of the
crew, he decided that he could remain sane with the first option,
even though he knew it was the second one.
His quarters were trashed, Ransacked, messed up. Someone had one
helluva party.
"Timmy..." Canazza scowled
"Hey there! Out of hospital i see" Said a mound of lager cans.
"Timmy?"
*BUUURRRP* "Yeparonie!!"
Canazza walked over to the pile and moved them aside to see Timmy
lying there
"You're pissed..."
"WEY HEY! WE HAVE A WEINER!" he laughed
"get up."
"i don't believe i can..."
Canazza laughed and evil laugh, "Well... that gives me the upper hand
doesn't it."