The Medibay Does Some Work For A Change

Who: Keto, Tara, Wildflower, Unconscious/Comatose People
Where: Medibay
When: After the Easter Bunny failed to commit homicide (currently)
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<<SNIP>>
"Well, the exact words were, she's slipped into a Khorma..."
"Do you think they ment coma...?"
"That would make more sense yes...."
<<END SNIP>>
The doors opened with an irritatingly efficient swish as Keto
approached them, though in his present mood he was likely to find
everything irritating.
The sleigh crashing into the window had not, as expected, smashed
it into a million pieces - the JMC could evidently afford decent
glass. Instead, the sleigh had bounced off, causing enough of a thud
to send the three who had been waiting to exit through the window to
be hurled across the room into the opposite wall, a problem which was
compounded by the awkwardly-mobile spacesuits that they had quickly
donned.
In the ensuing chaos (have you ever tried to stand up while wearing
a JMC-issue spacesuit?), tempers had become somewhat frayed. Keto
had ended up storming off to find some kind of weapon with which to
remove the tongues, heads or preferably multiple limbs from Cleavage
and L'Ontar, and had only been distracted by a somewhat garbled
message from Holly saying something about Dictator Keto being
requisitioned once in the merry bay.
After several moments worried thought, Keto hazarded a guess that
this translated to Doctor Keto being required at once in the medibay,
and made his way with all due haste (i.e. a relaxed pace without much
worry) towards the room itself.
When the doors slid back, the sight that greeted him was partly
welcome, partly unwelcome. Welcome because, for once, his medibay
was being used as it had been intended to be used. Unwelcome because
that involved saving the lives of Dean Thomas and Alota Chrysler. It
could only have been made worse had it been Jay.
"What're their situations?" asked Keto of Wildflower and the Tree,
who were dashing between the patients with remarkable efficiency
(though rather more twigs than were strictly necessary).
"Alota's stable, but comatose," replied Wildflower, "Dean's got a
broken arm, several strained muscles, a dislocated shoulder and a
trapped nerve in his upper spine. He's also been muttering about
toasties while unconscious."
"We can assume he hasn't been brain damaged, then," murmured
Keto, "No more than usual, I mean. You say Chrysler's stable?"
"Yes."
"What happened to her?"
"She had an anvil dropped on her head by the Easter Bunny."
There was a long pause, in which Keto glared at Wildflower for a
few moments and she stared back. Finally, Keto spoke.
"You're serious, aren't you?"
"Check with the captain if you don't believe me."
"No, no, fine, I'll let that go for now. So what's her report?"
"Minor skull fracture, her five uppermost vertebrae are all
compressed to some degree or another, extreme concussion, and her
hair's messed up," reported Wildflower, nodding sharply.
"Right," murmured Keto, "You keep an eye on Mrs Chrysler's
condition - I want to know if anything changes. We'll deal with
Thomas first. Tree, get the operating theatre ready, then get me
Shakespeare."
There was another pause.
"Yes, I know, I know, Shakespeare's blind," muttered Keto, "Forget
that. Get me Coffey."
"Get your own coffee."
"I *meant* the nurse, Wildflower!"
"Oh. She's left the ship."
"She's WHAT!? But why d....never mind, I don't care! Get me
Trisees then."
"Trisees isn't a qualified medical crewmember!"
"Again, I don't care. Get him here."
"He's left the ship too."
"You're doing this deliberately to irritate me, I know it."
"No, honestly, he really left the ship. He left with Coffey
shortly after Shakespeare vanished."
Keto glared at Wildflower again. Glass would have melted under the
pressure.
"Are you telling me that half of my medical staff, along with
possibly the sanest other member of this crew, all disappeared ON THE
SAME DAY!?"
"Yes."
"Fine," sighed Keto, "Great. Wonderful. This must be the most
irritating event today. Well, I guess I'll have to do it myself..."
"What about Tara?"
"...it'll be a tough job, but I shall endeavour to..."
"What about Tara?"
"...to the very best of my ability."
"KEETS!" yelled Wildflower, "What about Tara?"
"You're right," nodded Keto, "Quite right. SHE was the most
irritating event today, not this. Thank you for correcting me."
"You know that's not what I meant."
"...fine. Tree, go get Cleavage after you've prepared the theatre."
As the Tree bounded towards the theatre, Keto turned back to the
patients and sighed. It was still going to be a long day.
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OOC: Wrote more than I intended at first, but never mind. :)