After his prolonged rest following his surgery, a very ill tempered and groggy Du’Ralle came to. His disposition was not the most pleasant at the best of times but he was disorientated and still sore so his temper was not to be trifled with. As he sat up he grunted as his eyes adjusted to the hideously bright lights of sickbay. Realising where he was, he leapt off the bed with a roar and grabbed a nearby medic by the throat.

“What is the meaning of this?!” he bellowed as he hoisted the young medic up against the wall. “Why have you brought me here?!” he demanded to know as the young medic whimpered & trembled as he tried to shrug his shoulders. Du’Ralle dropped him to the deck in disgust as he began to pace sickbay looking for his clothes. He was still sore from his injuries but as a warrior he ignored the pain, still fuming at being brought to where sick people were.

The young medic scurried into the office and with a shaking hand tapped his comm badge.

=/\= Medic Jones to Security, your assistance is required in sickbay, I have a psychotic Klingon on the loose! =/\=

Mother Hen