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"Sir, I need you to. If you're obstructed in any way, I'll need to check for bloating. It'll only be for a second." Dr. Dracos says, and I put a hand over my mouth, this close to blowing it.
"Okay doc, you asked for it." The man turns onto his back and I take a step back as he unzips his coat and a slew of paper snakes come flying at Dr. Dracos, who is standing there silent and seething mad.
Both me and the kid on the table burst out laughing before he hops up. "Trick or treat, Doc!" He says and runs out the room, not wanting to be on the bad end of Dr. Dracos wrath.
I couldn't care less. I laugh until I'm tearing up, but Dr. Dracos still hasn't reacted.
When I finally calm down. He folds his arms over his chest and stares daggers at me.
"You think our work here is a joke? I could be helping other patients and this is the time you chose to play games?" the veins on the side of his head stand up, and I swear if he stares any harder, he's going to pop a blood vessel in his eyes.
His bark does nothing to me.
"Of course, I take our work seriously." I feign courtesy, "I'm sure the next patient who comes in you will be all the more prepared to take care of them. Who am I to turn away a patient in their time of crisis. Be it a human, ghost, vampire..." I continue, but he just tosses his hands up and storms out the room, obviously realizing that he's not going to win.
I come out of the room giggling to myself just off the mental image of the shocked look on his face.
Ardi is at the nurses station and when she sees me, she waves me over.
"What's up?"
"Are we stopping? I mean, he looks so mad." She worries that bottom lip again.
"Stopping? Absolutely not. I shake my head and move on to the next patient, who actually happens to be a real patient.
It's three patients later while we are all by the nursing station and Dr. Dracos is putting in his latest file that a woman and her seeming to be boyfriend come bursting through the back door. A white towel under her arm nearly saturated in blood and a knife sticking out of her hand.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" She squeals and her boyfriend is in a panic. "It was an accident. I didn't mean to. I was only messing around. I didn't think she'd put her hand there! I'm sorry. Oh, shit!" He says hyperventilating. He's rushing her to where we are, but Dr. Dracos is quick to get control of the situation.
"Calm down, The both of you get into that room right there." He points to an empty exam room right next to them, while both Ardi and I run into the room behind them to get our supplies ready. We both work in tandem pulling out dressings, sutures, and needles to lay out for Dr. Dracos.
Dr. Dracos hurries behind us, issuing orders, "Get an IV ready and call Wilmington. She's going to need surgery once we get the bleeding under control."
Ardi and I quickly move to do what he asks.
The girl is whimpering on the table when suddenly she stops and says, "Oh no, the room's spinning. Roomsss..."
"Shit!" Dr. Dracos snaps out and rushes over to catch her as she falls oh so dramatically. He calls over for us, but we don't move. I shoot a glance at Ardi, who looks absolutely petrified.
He looks up at us annoyed and then back down at the supposed fainted patient. The girl is staring up at him with wide smiling eyes and shows him the fake knife, and costume blood.
"Trick or treat, doc!" She says, jumping out of his arms and skipping toward the door. Both kids laugh, which only restarts my laughter. Even Ardi puts a hand to her mouth and giggles. When we look at Dr. Dracos again, he's got his head hanging to the side with his eyes closed.
"What? Did you not see that one coming?" I tease him and this time when opens his eyes it's not the fury of the last time. Just a little relief and exasperation.
"You know what..." he says, bouncing his eyes from me to Ardi and back again. "I hate you both... make my life a living hell." He bustles past us and when he walks out the door all the nurses are giggling while trying not to look him in the eye.
"I hate all of you!" he snaps out, which causes the entire place to erupt. He hadn't smiled, but he wasn't screaming anymore.
The last patient of the day had to be snuck in to the patient room, and we had to hide him behind a curtain because there was no way the good doctor wouldn't have seen this one for the prank it was.
A man with complaints of the worst headache he's ever had is what we told Dr. Dracos he was about to see. In any other case, that statement alone would be a great concern for any physician, especially with the possibility of a brain aneurysm or injury, but he's taking everything one step slower than usual since I've been pranking him all day.
He walks in the room and the lights are off. I reach over to turn them on, and the man on the bed screeches out quite convincingly in pain. "No, turn the lights off, my eyes hurt!" He complains.
"Oh, I'm sorry”. I turn them back off, but rush over to turn the smaller light that rests over the wash area. "Sorry, we do need some light to see what's going on."
"You have a headache? How bad?" Dr. Dracos asks, sitting down in his chair, trying to get closer to the patient, who is still holding his head in his hands.
