Bring Me Ointments!

The emergency medical cupboard stared at Phi invitingly. She never thought in a million years that she would be thankful for something done by Charles Keto but here was proof that the man could be of use.

She scolded herself for thinking that, after all, he had performed countless medical procedures and saved many hundreds of crew members. Sure his method of teaching had been less than amicable and sure, he had disciplined Phi’s class many many times for things none of them had done and SURE, he’d failed nearly every single one of Phi’s classmates for laughing at his ointment supplies but…

What point was she making to herself again?

Phi clapped her hands again happily.

“There must be something inside that could help us! At the very least, I know there will be antiseptic and that’s blessing enough.”

Cassandra shot a look of scepticism at White Wolf, who shrugged his hamster shoulders.

Phi looked at the dusty panel and tried to wrap her hand up in her lab coat sleeve in order to brush it away. She struggled with the coat clothing and sighed.

“So..embarrassing…could, could someone give me a bit of…” she gulped,
“help with this dust?”

Cassandra sighed and scraped the dust off with an outstretched arm.

“Clean enough?” she asked, patting her hand down the side of her clothes.

Phi looked away from the accumulation collecting on on the cloth and nodded briskly.

“Thank you,” she said. She took a wooden throat depressor from a pocket and tapped Keto’s emergency key code on the unlocking panel: ‘Keto Rules’.

A hissing followed by a gasp of old and stale air escaping from a box sounded and Phi looked excitedly as the emergency ointment cabinet opened in front of her. Cassandra and White Wolf stood behind her, holding their breath and waiting for affirmation that hope lay inside the cabinet.

Phi squealed with delight and lunged for a jar.

“Just as I thought! Antiseptic!” she giggled happily. “This is going to be a life saver.”

There was silence as Phi clutched at the glass jar.

“Ahem, Miss Moreau,” coughed White Wolf.

“Yes?”

“Perhaps there is something in there to help us from the zombies as well?”

“Oh good heavens, bless me. Yes, there is a stash of Keto wonder ointment 449 kept in all emergency cabinets.” She grabbed a jar full of a strange red gel and handed it to Cassandra.

“Makeshift dynamite. Totally safe until it interacts with the air. Then you get a sort of ‘boooosshhh!’” she said, imitating an explosion with her hands and mouth.

“The good doctor kept an explosive material inside all emergency medical cabinets?” stammered White Wolf.

“It's Keto,” said Cassandra, turning the jar in her hands over and over, watching the gel sloop around. “Good was never part of his personality. Anyway, how much of this should I be throwing?”

Phi shrugged. “I’ve never seen it applied to any situation. It’s up to you!”

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