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“Hands been shakin’, chest achin’, and I can’t stop sweatin’, doc.” Explains a fidgeting patient sat atop the examination table. “What the hell is happening to me?”
“Could be a few things, Mac,” Doctor A. Gony explains. He pulls the stethoscope from around his neck and places it against his patient’s bare chest. Mac, a burly man’s man through and through, still can’t help but flinch at the metal’s freezing touch.
“How long have these symptoms been occurring?”
“A couple of days now.” Mac takes several deep chest-fulls of air so the doctor can hear his lungs clearly.
Doctor Gony withdraws his stethoscope and scratches the gray stubble on his chin. Practicing since his early twenties, the doctor has seen a vast array of puzzling ailments, and this one was no different. “Yes, I know exactly what is troubling you, Mac. Lucky for you, I’ve dealt with this sort of thing before.”
Mac looks to the doctor expectedly but is surprised to see him walk right past him and creak open the door to the hallway.
“Bertha?” He calls to the nurse’s station, “Yes, do you mind helping with this patient?”
Moments later, the doctor returns with a building of a woman. “Do you mind restraining the patient, nurse?” The doctor requests nonchalantly while digging through his medical bag.
The powerful woman slams Mac into the thinly cushioned examination table and holds his arms at his side. “H-Hey! What the hell is going on here?” The hefty man struggles under the nurse’s powerful grip.
The doctor returns to his side with a large mallet and what appeared to be an ordinary stud finder. “This will only take a moment, Mac. But you must stay perfectly still, or you may get hurt.”
“Hurt?” Mac watches the doctor scan over his hairy chest with the stud finder till the small device begins blaring just under his right pectoral. Doctor Gony then proceeds to tap on the offending spot as if his arm was a woodpecker looking for a worm under the bark of a tree.
“Come on out, little fella,” insists the doctor in an enticing voice. “I know you’re in there. I don’t want to hurt you; just want to talk is all!” The doctor winks to Mac then raises his comically large wooden mallet over his head.
Suddenly, a sharp, sticking pain explodes in Mac’s chest from the spot the doctor had just talked at. He screamed as something began to crawl around inside his chest. As if someone was pressing their thumb through wet clay, a lump grew in his chest and pushed outward till a scaly, worm-like creature exploded from his chest. The creature rears back at the sight of the doctor and bares its many rows of razor-sharp teeth.
Not wasting another moment, the doctor swings his heavy mallet sideways, hitting the creature square in its mouth and sending it careening towards the wall where it sticks like a wet spaghetti noodle. Again the doctor pulls his arm back and smashes in the nasty little monster’s head, sending blood and viscera all over the sky blue wallpaper.
Mac, trembling with fear, his throat sore from screaming, stares at the doctor who calmly wipes his brow with the sleeve of his white coat. As if all he had done was pull out a splinter. “Whew!” sighs the doctor, “that was a good one!” He places the bloody hammer on the counter and begins washing his hands in the sink.
“So Mac, feel better?”
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