The woman's mouth. Shrunk in an airport chapter 5 by Louka31

You look down as you fall and the worst option lay ahead. The saliva and chicken bits mix around in her crushing mouth space, and you dunk head first into her throat, face planting into her uvula, sending your head into a daze, as you black out for a minute.

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You had been just minding your business playing Candy Crush, awaiting the alarm you had set, when the woman opposite aisle wise slaughtering a dead chicken started to cough like a maniac. You pull out your doctor's license. It always happens on vacations. You look to your daughter. She looks at you and says, "Mommy, are you going to have to be a doctor again?"

You reply,"Probably little Tazzaria." The steward and stewardess rushed to the coughing woman, whom was now yelling "HELP!"

"Is anyone hear a doctor?"

Look who's hero again. "Dr. Susan B. Anthony Jones, PhD."

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A Slideshow of events play out in your mind, as opposed to an account of what happened. You recall an image of falling into the woman's throat. You recall a scene from Finding Nemo. You recall a time you had strep. You recall a dollar coin with a head mirror and a stethoscope. You recall the TV show bay watch, and just like that you wake up, spat out onto a floor, covered in chicken remnant and spit.

The large woman speaks. "Oh thank you, Doctor Anthony Jones!"

"All in a day's work." Dr. Susan B. Anthony Jones, PhD then winked at her daughter. Now what was I to do?