They reached the end of the corridor and medic punched a code into the keypad, the faint beeps singing out in the aftermath of the laughter. "Auf Wiedersehen! Herr Solider." He returned the war crazed man's wave as the door slammed shut behind him in a defining and final boom.
"Finally," he sighed tiredly.
The bird long at last moved, having stayed still and silent the entire encounter. He rubbed his cheek against the man's chin lovingly; he craned his neck till he was looking straight at the lenses the man was wearing.
Turtle man loud. Too loud. Say odd things. Bird man… Why bird-man go see blue turtle man in dirt lands… why? Bird man like red turtle man? Turtle mans make hurt, hurt bad.
"I have work to do." Medic said, setting the bird down among a clutter of surgical tools and proceeded to sit at a paper filled desk. Rifling through them he made many notes, and muttered to himself; oblivious to his birds questioning gaze and twittering.
Why you make scratches human? More scratches? You has many.
He got up absently filling needles with varieties of unidentified materials and fluids and started prepping the syringes. As he rooted around; the bird watched curiously, skipping from tables to chairs.
Medic kept checking his notes before approaching his computer, connecting it to an odd looking machine that resembled a large box. The bird continued to gaze inquisitively at its keeper, as he pressed buttons and varied sounds came from the questionable machine.
Red box. Big. Metal eyes. Chirping. Human, human have loud box. Strange box.
Slowly the thing came to life, breathing and hissing, spewing steam from its mouth like vents. Then it started to shudder and screech, warning lights blaring red into the doctor's retinas.
The man of medicine was moving all sorts of switches and dials, cursing it, as its lights glowed like a pair of angry eyes. It started to hiss more, and let off steam from one of its valves; and the man desperately was trying to recalibrate it and put things in some sort of stable order.
Angry box…..
Archimedes, unsettled by this strange things display of aggression, ruffled his feathers but otherwise sat close by his keeper.
Angrily the red and white clad man pulled the power, killing the thing before him. He hit the machine, giving off a loud metallic thud that echoed inside itself. "WHY!?" He turned over his shoulder to look at his feathered friend and paused. Asking in a much softer tone, "Why can't get it to work?"
His bird tilted its head up at him, almost as if it was trying to answer.
Soon. Bird man always get way. Soon.
The good doctor scooped up his precious dove, gently rubbing his head and cooing back to him in his native tongue.
Soon.