Good evening, I am Dr. Namron and I have brought a patient of mine, as well as my nurse, to see Dr. Jekeyll. I can see charm and directness is needed in this situation and pour it on to make the right impression. Please pardon our appearance, but my patient had a severe episode and attacked me. It was all we could do to get her under control, the cab drove off in fear, and I was cut in the process of subduing her; a rather unpleasant ordeal, I must say, and I require medical attention.
The night attendant looked skeptical, but buzzed us through to the waiting room. You'll need to wait here doctor. Yes, of course, I replied, smiling slightly to show my appreciation for his courtesy. But, I said with a hitch, could I trouble you for a straight jacket, we don't want to risk another 'incident.' I give that knowing look as I wave my bloody shirt sleeve to impress upon the dolt. His eyes widen at the scarlet stain and quickly departs the room. Within minutes, two men come in with the jacket, wheelchair, and a syringe. Oh, good gentlemen, just what is needed. These folks understand all too well and it will be a pleasure involving myself in the operations of this fine establishment.
Turning, I move toward Grace and Stella; nurse, I say to Grace, and giving her my sternest look, to impress upon her the part she is to play, please hold out the patient's arm. Grace looks at me with cold eyes and complies; the two attendants administer the medication and strap on the jacket, making it secure. Without a sound, Stella sits down in the wheelchair, head hung down and hair wildly flowing about her face and shoulders. I find that momentarily appealing somehow.
My amusing thoughts are broken by Grace. I will take Stella, the patient, to her room; show me the way. Her commanding voice alerted the attendants and they look to me for comment. I nod my approval. As the party of four begin to leave the waiting room, I say, in my most gracious manner, ah, could you also take our bags, as we will need accommodations as well. Yes, sir. I need my arm attended to also. The attendant replies dryly, If you'll follow me, the night duty doctor can see to it, sir. Ah, good, good, thank you kindly.
I watch Grace disappear, down the hall, with Stella. This was easier than I thought...how utterly gratifying! This is too much fun!!
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"Stella sits down in the wheelchair, head hung down and hair wildly flowing about her face and shoulders. I find that momentarily appealing somehow."
what a chilling line. Norman is such a fascinating character. You do bad really well. ;-)
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