[color=silver][h1][center]Wakey Wakey Part 7[/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], [@Aalakrys]

Doc tucked the penlight into her breast pocket. "No can do, kiddo. I need it as long as we're treating our guest." She wasn't completely unsympathetic to the young girl. The pilot did tease her pretty mercilessly. "When we land, maybe then. I can…I dunno, buy a replacement. Which I [i]will[/i] be charging the Captain for. And if he bitches, you're handling it." She jabbed a finger at the girl before noticing that her hand was still on Kinneas's head. She slapped her wrist. "Now quit molesting my patient!"

“I think you’ve gotten all you can from the sudden hands-on learning experience, kid,” Kinneas added a bit more gently, though he was grateful to the doctor for taking the girl in hand so to speak.  

Serena’s ears flushed pink as she drew her hand back, considering where the doc could shove her old pen-light. “What? I.. pfff, no, I mean… I’m goin’ I’m goin’,” She grumbled, collecting the rest of her pride, along with a fresh tongue depressor on the way out. She waved it at the doc dismissively. “But see if I save [i] you[/i] an apple.” 

"They say an apple a day keeps me away," Doc mused, "buuuuut if you wanna risk it." She added with a shrug.

“Then we’re gonna need more apples,” Serena snarked, popping her head back through the doorway before skittering down to the galley. 

“She’s certainly … something,” Kinneas said as he slid his legs off the side of the medical bed, that slight dizziness staying such. “I’m pretty sure she gave me that concussion, even if she didn’t hit me over the head to do it.”

"Well, the crap from those two ends up keeping me busier than I'd prefer." Doc bemoaned. "Hell, they coulda just asked you to come along. Guess the kid's been watching too many action flicks."

“She did say she ‘saved’ me from Interpol.” Kinneas grinned, thinking the doctor would know the girl best and agreed with the guess. But, he sobered a bit as his brows knit. “And she was particularly evasive about the reason why. Are you going to tell me it was because the captain said so as well if I ask?”

Doc re-sorted her equipment, cleaning up after Hurricane Serena. "Standard rescue procedure as I understood it…if you can call any of this 'standard'", she said, waving one of the many tongue depressors sprawled on the counter out of their caddy. "I swear, how does she manage to touch so much stuff in one quick smoke break?" She wondered aloud before turning back to Kinneas. "Cap [I]would [/I] be the one with all the details you need filled in, though", she admitted. "But for the next 24 hours, you're 'medically restricted'. That means no heavy lifting, fighting, screwing or making any important decisions." She pointed a finger at her patient. "I'll be bugging you every couple of hours, make sure you're not gonna keel over on us."
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