Stories tagged “Doctors”
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The Installment Plan
“Gladys, you can’t keep this… gross behavior up. People won’t take you seriously.” She was in the hospital, smeared in her own feces, with a broken everything. Pick-up-truck-old-lady-sandwich, on stale ciabatta. “But...
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Finger Paint
Mr. and Mrs Olivare had learned long ago that their son’s creativity could not be stopped- he had what those with odd humor would sarcastically call “natural talent.” When he was born it was obvious right away there was something wron...
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Next Time
Two cockroaches mated – cosmically – on an old book, now little more than a pulp of mildew. Gladys was white as a sheet, spotted now with black strokes. “Will she make it, doctor?” said a bedside Stan, who couldn’t help bu...
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Bizarre Side Effects
“Sir,” Les said. He hated the nasal quality of his voice, especially when speaking to the lead scientist. “Damnit, Man, I’m busy,” Bellowed Dr. Emon. It was usual for him to dismiss Les out of hand, and, since he couldn...
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Bizarre Side Effects, pt 2
“Well -” Just then, there was a loud crash from within the lab itself. As Emon knew that its only human occupant was here wasting his time, he raised an eyebrow. “Squeaky, did you lock up the animals?” “Yes sir,” Les...
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Silence Can Explode
Everyone cared at first. Those first few months fly by with doctor’s visits, shaking heads, examinations, therapists, and rolling tears. No, no tears from me. I wouldn’t cry over this. And of course, the inevitable moving. “Maybe a ...
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Change (I)
Ethan is supposed to be released tomorrow, which means the officer stuck to his promise. I decide I have to start taking care of myself, for my sake and the baby’s. I’m still debating on if I should keep it or not, but thats not my concern....
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The Survivor - Part I
“But, is he ready?” Staff Sergeant Jonas grew impatient with this pencil pushing, wire-rimmed glasses wearing, medic that was Doctor Benjamin Benson. “Well our tests have revealed—” “Screw your damn tests Doctor.” Jonas hated doctors....
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The Doctor and Lady MacClaine.
The doctor knocked on the door. It was impressive and foreboding, instilling in him a sense of fear. Lady MacClaine opened the door and adjusted her genuine mink stole. “Doctor Johnson-Aberdeen, I do declare!” she greeted. “Won’...
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Doctor Medea
The body was unmoving upon the table as Doctor Medea prepared the necessary fluids. She observed the man’s chest rising and falling as he breathed. He didn’t make a sound. He didn’t have much longer to live either. “This…isn&#...
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The Survivor - Part II
Patient ID # 58550-07 stood in his room waiting for his meds. Thomas, his former name, looked down at his clothes, they were white. He hated that colour. He wanted to rip it off and break out of his room, go out the exit and catch the next off-world tr...
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Dirt
Chris was beginning to question the wisdom of the trip. His ancient border collie sat next to him on the front lawn, panting and wheezing in the dew of the morning air. A fog had moved in off the lake overnight and covered the town in a hazy blanket. C...
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Another session, next week
“Do you remember me?” he said. She showed no emotion and continued to smoke. “You can’t play this game again, not with me, no, you just can’t.” He was not hostile or upset, just fed up. She looked at him, that old ha...
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Results
The doctor had been mute when he entered the room, the door closing behind him with a creak of its hinges and the hiss of the small hydraulic arm used to mediate the speed. He remained stonefaced, his countenance displaying a bland, neutral expression ...
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Sequel to sloution to the Problem
The doctor yelled “code white code white” And several nurses came running in to the room. They closed the blinds and asked the lady and me to wait outside. I had no idea who they were, But I was terrified and worried too.
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Symptomless
Rebecca noticed a strange bump on her inner arm. There was also a small prick of blood. It didn’t hurt, but it was ugly and swollen. “What a weird lump.” she thought to herself. “Probably a bug bite.” A few days later, Reb...
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Poor Ela
The walls turned a dark grey, as the color was sucked out of the world. Ela squeezed her bed frame. She was not about to have another one of “those” again. “Ela, you silly girl. You can’t hide from me.” Ella lifted up her ...
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Dreams of Madness, Nightmares of Reality
A girl turns restlessly on the floor, unable to find a comfortable posistion. Stringy, unwashed black hair lies wreathed around her tortured face. Her once pristine gown is now no more than a dirty excuse for cloth; it offers her neither comfort nor mo...