Flying Toasties

  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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<2 hours later>
Keto stood sweating over Dean, what the hell was he supposed to do now. Dean had flatlined and he'd managed to (using the paddles) bring him back, but his lifesigns were now in the dangerously low area. What little medical training he had made him realise that to operate on Dean anytime soon would result in certain death. Sighing, he wheeled Dean's trolly through into intensive care, and handed over his chart to the nurse on duty.
"Put him in and keep a close eye on his vitals. He's a tricky smegger, he's already tried to die once on me."
The nurse nodded and wheeled Dean to his position in the ICU.
 
Meanwhle, Dean was dreaming about toasties. Flying toasties.
 
Dean "Tricky Smegger" Thomas
 
<OOC: Keep him comatized for now - all show become clear (play eerie music)>