Oatmeal
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 9
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ninjezus
Debbie picked one of the insurance agents, a brown haired woman named Becky.
"Please help me!" Screamed Becky, "What's going on? I don't want to die! Help me!!!"
Debbie smiled at the tiny woman in her hand. "That's what my patients keep asking.' What's going on? Why am I in pain? Can someone help me?' And that's what I do. I help people. I get them through tough situations. That's why I became a doctor." Becky felt calmer and more reassured, now knowing she was with such a kind caring person. "However, once my patients get better, and often even before they get better, people like you come in and drain them for everything they have. You are as much a disease as any other we doctors fight. Today that changes. Today you become a cure."
Becky's blood chilled. What was this person going to do her? She had just been doing her job. How could someone be this mad at her?
"Listen I have a family" shouted Becky, "whatever you want, it's yours! I don't know what cure you're talking about, but you don't have to do this!"
Debbie walked over to the oatmeal and threw the woman in.
"Hey Michelle, I have your lunch for you!" Said Debbie walking into her patient's room.
Michelle was an African American mother of two, one of whose daughters was friends with Nicole.
"Hey Debbie!" Said Michelle before groaning in pain. "My stomach hurts so much, but I'm also soooo hungry."
"Boy do I have the meal for you" Debbie thought to herself, thinking deviously about the pain and humiliation her little oatmeal prisoner would have to go through.
"Well this should help with the hunger without upsetting your stomach" said Debbie, handing Michelle the oatmeal.
"Thank you." Said Michelle, " I haven't eaten anything all day."
Becky looked up in horror as she watched the spoon descend. She tried to dodge the spoon, is she able to swim away time?
"Please help me!" Screamed Becky, "What's going on? I don't want to die! Help me!!!"
Debbie smiled at the tiny woman in her hand. "That's what my patients keep asking.' What's going on? Why am I in pain? Can someone help me?' And that's what I do. I help people. I get them through tough situations. That's why I became a doctor." Becky felt calmer and more reassured, now knowing she was with such a kind caring person. "However, once my patients get better, and often even before they get better, people like you come in and drain them for everything they have. You are as much a disease as any other we doctors fight. Today that changes. Today you become a cure."
Becky's blood chilled. What was this person going to do her? She had just been doing her job. How could someone be this mad at her?
"Listen I have a family" shouted Becky, "whatever you want, it's yours! I don't know what cure you're talking about, but you don't have to do this!"
Debbie walked over to the oatmeal and threw the woman in.
"Hey Michelle, I have your lunch for you!" Said Debbie walking into her patient's room.
Michelle was an African American mother of two, one of whose daughters was friends with Nicole.
"Hey Debbie!" Said Michelle before groaning in pain. "My stomach hurts so much, but I'm also soooo hungry."
"Boy do I have the meal for you" Debbie thought to herself, thinking deviously about the pain and humiliation her little oatmeal prisoner would have to go through.
"Well this should help with the hunger without upsetting your stomach" said Debbie, handing Michelle the oatmeal.
"Thank you." Said Michelle, " I haven't eaten anything all day."
Becky looked up in horror as she watched the spoon descend. She tried to dodge the spoon, is she able to swim away time?
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