[color=silver][h1][center]Wakey Wakey Part 5[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Medbay[/b][/center][/color]
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[color=silver][center][i]Kinneas wakes up on the Lunar Veil. This should go over well.[/i][/center][/color]
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OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen], [@Yule], [@Aalakrys]


“And he never had a red apple,” Serena said with a sad shake of her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll change that - stat!  That means right away - but I’m not a nurse either.” 

"Mild concussion is still a concussion … sweet." Vas said walking off to the galley. "Serena you coming or what?"

“Yep! Before Tim eats them all. You coming Kinneas?” She asked, emphasizing his name. “Do you need someone to help you walk? You can lean on me, I’m a lot stronger than I look.” 

"I don't doubt that." Kinneas said, rubbing the knot on his scalp once more. "I think I'm fine to walk, though."

Serena scowled, and her shoulders dropped. “Okay, but I’ll be close in case you change your mind,” She offered. 

Somehow, that did not bring him any comfort what-so-ever. Kinneas was determined to stay steady, so that meant taking a little more care than usual since he felt slightly off-balance simply sitting. Though he didn’t think she’d take him up on it, he offered with a reassuring grin: “Go on ahead - I can catch up. You can save me an apple.”

"Why's it every time someone gets stabbed, shot or clunked, this place becomes so damn popular?" Doc's annoyed voice came into the room from behind the punk matched by her equally annoyed expression that he was blocking the doorway to [i]her[/i] medbay. She gave Vas a shooing motion for him to step aside so she could make her way to her patient.

"Maybe you should have chosen a less … people oriented profession?" Vas suggested making sure he was out of striking distance before making his comment. 

Kinneas found himself silently agreeing with the punk kid as he caught sight of the apparent doctor. Not at all what he had envisioned when he thought ‘doctor.’

"And maybe you should shut yer ass." Doc retorted, giving the ship's hand a side-eye as she passed him. She went straight to work checking on Kinneas. She held the man's head at the temples and slowly rotated it to the left and then to the right as she looked down her nose very thoughtfully at him, taking in any response or reaction. "Fact is", she continued, her tone more thoughtful as she examined her patient, "your guts don't give a rat's pìgu about whether or not my tone hurts your precious fee-fees."

"Don't worry Doc … my fee-fees are fine, we have been long vaccinated to your demeanor." Vas assured the Doctor as she worked. "By now most of us find it endearing. That or one too many shots to the head and none of us know better now. I choose to remain positive.”
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