DareDevil: The Surgeon Years - Chapter2

Who: The Medibay StaffWhere: The MedibayWhen: The Medibay clock is STILL frelled.- - - -
  Shakespeare grinned and shrugged.
  "Thous’t are hiding behindeth thee medibay bed," he replied. Coffey stood up and walked over to him.
  "You’re getting much better at this," she said smiling.
  "Ah, Hazel, thous’t woulds’t not belieth thy ears to hear’st how liberating thy lack of image’st is. The only thingeth that I’st miss, is gazing upon thy beatiful features. However’st, my memry is’t still as good as it always wath, and I hath thy picture, engraved upon my mynd and hearteth," he explained.
  She smiled and hugged him tight.
  "Well, that’s very sweet of you dear."
  "I hath been thinking," he said, thoughtfully. "Let’st me go, and I shall use myne senses to navigate thy medibay."
  "What?" she asked, remembering the last time he’d tried to do so. He’d nearly cut off his head falling over the supplies tray, and a scalpel had implanted itself firmly into his shoulder.   It was the reason he was currently wearing a sling. "William, you’ll likely hurt yourself again."
  "Nay, myne love," he protested.  "I’st hath thee belief that I can’st do this. I’m positive."
  Coffey looked up at her blind, but lovable, beau. He seemed determined enough. And the furrows on his brow made her even more reluctant to deny him the opportunity.
  "Ok William, ok," she said, stepping backwards.
  Shakespeare nodded, and turned his head forwards. He breathed in and out a few times and listened, smelt and rubbed his hands together. He took a step forward and listened again. He took another step, followed by another step.
  Coffey winced, he was getting awfully close to a medibed.
  Shakespeare stepped and stepped again, and was about to take another step when he stopped.
  "Ahh!" he said, raising a finger. "Ins’t front of myneself, is thy medibed!" he said, turning to his right.
  Coffey’s mouth dropped open in surprise.
  "How did you know?" she asked.
  "Thy soundeth myne footsteps makes’t changed. I knew from thy smells’t that it wath a medibed, as I’ve most recently used such a device."
  Coffey clapped.
  "William, that’s wonderful, if you perfect this anymore, you could be interacting with the whole ship and crew again!"
  "Exactly, that ist thy plan," he said, striding over to Coffey, whilst weaving in and out of various trolleys stacked with medical equipment. Again, Coffey could only stare in surprise and amazement as Shakespeare made his way around the items.
  "With thous’t help, I couldeth be a surgeon again!" he proclaimed.
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