Work!? I\'m A Doctor, I Don\'t Do \"Work\"!

Who: Keto, Tara, Everyone (Well, with the exception of those who
aren't...picky, aren't I?)
Where: Medibay
When: Badabing
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The medibay doors swished open as a very tired Keto finally slinked
through them.
"At last," he murmured to himself, leaning heavily against one of
the medibunks, "Now I can finally..."
There was a second swish, then a thump as Keto was knocked over by
Rio Lomaz carrying Tara's arms. Just as he made to stand up, he was
trodden on again by Dean, supporting Tara's legs. Then, as he
managed to struggle to his knees, Eve came hurrying through the door
and knocked him flat on his face for the third time.
".....rest?" murmured Keto enquiringly.
"Keto, hurry, Tara's injured. She fell through the windscreen of a
Starbug and is losing a lot of blood."
"No, really?" asked Keto, standing up and wiping the small trail of
blood spots from his doctor's jacket as best he could.
"THIS IS SERIOUS!" snapped Eve. Keto blinked, then sighed.
"Right, right. Put her on the medibunk. Never a moment's rest for
the wicked..."
As Dean and Rio manoeuvred Tara's form onto the medibunk, Eve
turned back to the doorway.
"I'm going to find Amber and Rufus," she said, "They were supposed
to be looking for you."
"What a marvellous, marvellous job they did," said Keto drily,
scrubbing up as Tara was wheeled into the theatre, "Remind me to
commend them if ever they find me."
"Jasmine's on her way too, for a blood transfusion," said Eve,
ignoring him.
"She needs a blood transfusion as well? Has there been a sudden
plague of vampirism on this ship?"
"She's GIVING blood, you cretin!" snapped Eve, "She's the closest
blood match that Tara's got!"
"...point," admitted Keto reluctantly, as Dean and Rio returned
from the theatre, "Now, if you'll excuse me...Tree, go and find
Wildflower, wherever she may be. And if you can find out what's
happened to Trisees and Coffey...or even Shakespeare...then I'd
be...well, not grateful. Think of it as a sort of surprised with
some feelings of thankfulness mixed in, just a little."
The Tree bounced up from where it had been...uh...planted in the
corner, and hurried out of the door.
"So hard to get good staff," murmured Keto, "Or at least, good
staff that isn't needed to give blood rather than operate. When Miss
Starbolt arrives, could one of you ask her to get herself ready for
the transfusion? She knows the drill, I believe."
With that, Keto headed into the operating theatre.
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OOC: Sorry, can't think much, got to read 250 pages of Joyce's
Ulysses in a few days, must cram more...
- Chris (JHXMT)