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A Thursday Prompt story
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: repeating
The fox finished putting on his white coat, took a deep breath and exhaled in a sigh, and stepped out of the bathroom into the controlled chaos of the hospital’s Emergency Room. Squaring his shoulders, the tod started making his rounds.
Again.
This was his tenth straight day in the ER. Ten days, twelve hours a day – that was a laugh; he usually ended up working fourteen to sixteen hours – and it was starting to get hard to focus on individual cases. He’d been promised help, but so far it hadn’t materialized.
He plucked a chart off the rack outside one room, quickly scanned the contents, and paused.
He scanned them again, and a third time.
Okay . . .
The fox stepped into the room, where a male lion looked up at him from the bed. A lioness, probably his wife, sat by the bedside and was holding his paw. Their expressions were hopeful, with an undercurrent of fear.
He gave them his best reassuring smile. “Good evening, I’m Dr. Stone.” He glanced at the chart in his paws. “Mr. Larson, is it?”
“That’s me,” the lion said. He was a sorry sight, with patches of fur missing and the exposed skin showing open sores.
“Says here that you came here with loss of fur and sores, skin sensitivity . . .” Stone looked up from the chart. “Do you have any allergies?”
Larson shook his head. “Don’t know, but I started a new shampoo.”
“Oh? Have you been following the directions?”
“Exactly, but it doesn’t tell me when to stop.”
The fox’s ears twitched. “’When to stop?’”
“Yeah, it just says Lather, Rinse and Repeat.”
Far in the back of Stone’s mind came the sudden urge to laugh in the lion’s face. Mastering it with some difficulty, he wrestled his professional demeanor back into place and glanced at the chart. “Your vitals are good, so here’s what I’m going to do.” The two lions looked at him as he said, “I’m going to have the nurse give you a shot and a pill to help clear your skin up, and I’ll write a prescription. Your fur should grow back naturally. If it doesn’t, I’ll include a referral to a dermatologist in your discharge paperwork. But you can do yourself a favor, Mr. Larson.”
“Yeah?”
The fox tried, and failed, to keep the smile from his muzzle. “Next time, don’t take labels so literally.”
end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: repeating
The fox finished putting on his white coat, took a deep breath and exhaled in a sigh, and stepped out of the bathroom into the controlled chaos of the hospital’s Emergency Room. Squaring his shoulders, the tod started making his rounds.
Again.
This was his tenth straight day in the ER. Ten days, twelve hours a day – that was a laugh; he usually ended up working fourteen to sixteen hours – and it was starting to get hard to focus on individual cases. He’d been promised help, but so far it hadn’t materialized.
He plucked a chart off the rack outside one room, quickly scanned the contents, and paused.
He scanned them again, and a third time.
Okay . . .
The fox stepped into the room, where a male lion looked up at him from the bed. A lioness, probably his wife, sat by the bedside and was holding his paw. Their expressions were hopeful, with an undercurrent of fear.
He gave them his best reassuring smile. “Good evening, I’m Dr. Stone.” He glanced at the chart in his paws. “Mr. Larson, is it?”
“That’s me,” the lion said. He was a sorry sight, with patches of fur missing and the exposed skin showing open sores.
“Says here that you came here with loss of fur and sores, skin sensitivity . . .” Stone looked up from the chart. “Do you have any allergies?”
Larson shook his head. “Don’t know, but I started a new shampoo.”
“Oh? Have you been following the directions?”
“Exactly, but it doesn’t tell me when to stop.”
The fox’s ears twitched. “’When to stop?’”
“Yeah, it just says Lather, Rinse and Repeat.”
Far in the back of Stone’s mind came the sudden urge to laugh in the lion’s face. Mastering it with some difficulty, he wrestled his professional demeanor back into place and glanced at the chart. “Your vitals are good, so here’s what I’m going to do.” The two lions looked at him as he said, “I’m going to have the nurse give you a shot and a pill to help clear your skin up, and I’ll write a prescription. Your fur should grow back naturally. If it doesn’t, I’ll include a referral to a dermatologist in your discharge paperwork. But you can do yourself a favor, Mr. Larson.”
“Yeah?”
The fox tried, and failed, to keep the smile from his muzzle. “Next time, don’t take labels so literally.”
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Fox (Other)
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 47.2 kB
Listed in Folders
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