Home Surgery

Who: Keto, Wildflower, Tree, Tara (briefly!)
Where: Medibay
When: During the continuing crisis (well, not in Keto's opinion)
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<< SNIP >>
> Tara saw Alota on the operating table. "What have you done to her
> you bastard?!" She said to Keto
> "Nothing, Cleavage. It was that stupid husband of yours." He said
> with a smirk. "Now either help out or get someone else in here."
> "I'll stupid husband him!" She said "Where does he get off putting
> Alota in a coma!" She stormed out of the door still in her theatre
> get up.
<< END SNIP >>
"So hard to get good staff nowadays," muttered Keto as she hurried
out, "Also so hard to stop them wearing bloodstained medical uniforms
around the ship. Tut tut."
"You don't sound too concerned," observed Wildflower.
"With the number of maniacs aboard this ship, one person running
around soaked in blood and looking furious is not going to cause much
of a hassle," shrugged Keto, "And besides, it's Cleavage. I'm hardly
likely to worry."
"Have you ever stopped being cruel and callous?" asked Wildflower,
wheeling Dean's medibunk towards the theatre.
"There was this one time in dissection class," said Keto, "But
other than that, no. And it was only because I was distracted at the
time by the fact that someone had replaced the frog we were supposed
to be examining with a toad."
"What's the difference?"
"Toads splatter."
"I wish I hadn't asked," grimaced Wildflower, "Alota's still
stable."
"Pity."
"Okay, that was just downright harsh!"
"I meant pity she hadn't recovered, of course," lied Keto through
gritted teeth, "Keep her on a feed of ointment 47963a, with a 2%
dilution of 12c. Meanwhile, I'll sort out Mr Thomas here."
"You haven't done any surgery since you've been on ship!"
"And you haven't done any work. Yet still we pay you."
"Point," murmured Wildflower, as Keto shut the operating theatre
doors behind him.
"Now," the doctor muttered as he made certain that Dean was
comfortably below the level of consciousness, "It's only been a
couple of years since I did actual surgery...admittedly I had
somewhat more guidance at the time, but still..."
Without even meaning to, Keto cast a glance towards where the brain
in a jar would once have sat. It was empty, of course.
"Okay...must remember how to do this..." he murmured.
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OOC: Tag! >;) And yes, fine, I won't deliberately kill Dean. That
would just be downright harsh, I guess. ;)