Spike Witwicky, for the life of him, cannot figure out why he's in Korea, much less why he's in the sick bay, as he feels perfectly /fine/. He's not in his bed - he's being chased down the halls as he hobbles along with some makeshift cast on his broken leg. "Doctor, get me a shuttle!" "Sir, /please/-" "Apocryphacius, my boy," Spike begins, turning to address him, "I appreciate your concern, but no such-" The slightly distracted gaggle of nurses lightly stumble into him as he stops before Amber. "MacKenzie. Please tell me there's some available shuttles."