Chapter 7
by BBI_ Fiero
Sidney Zweibel was busy at his office computer; peering through his large silver avante gard glasses. He thought to himself, 'least I can get some work done while waiting on word from Rawhide.' He had finished updating the status on his heart patient when suddenly the telephone rung.
Without looking away from his monitor, he picked up the receiver, and replied,"Dr.Zweibel" It was a call from one of the RN's at the front desk. "Hmm, ...really.......one of 'those' eh? hmm, hmmm, she's here now?....Sure....I'll go look at her, can't do anything for this time being anyway. O.k...thank you, ..yes, good-bye." He hung up the phone and stopped typing. He slowly walked over and picked up a stethoscope and a note pad.
Brushing back his hair, he opened the door. "Hello, there..I'm Dr.Zweibel."
A late twenty-something woman dressed in pastel-colored clothing , braids with colored plastic hoops, bolted up right on his table. "Hi, I'm Zowie..!!.hey, nice shirt!"
Sid holding his pad in front, walked over and put a hand to his chin. "Uh, thank you..." He couldn't place her, but felt he had seen the young woman somewhere before. Brushing aside the emotion he continued. "So..I heard you um..had an 'accident'?"
The girl shook her head. "Ya...can't buleive it!" SNAPP- her gum popped, I was like visiting my cousin up here on the East coast, ya know, trying to dig the local tunes, sample the culture..."
"and..."
"And I uh, like fell asleep with the CD player on."
"Really?.....Hopefully, not too loud..."
"Oh, nuuuuuu, I wasn't listening to, like, HeaVy, Metal or anythin, just...I must have been tired from the trip......und, I like... 'zoned out! Und, when I woke up, I started hearing a buzz in ma head. Can yoo bul-ieve it?
"somehow......I can." replied New Jersey.
The young lady didn't catch the sarcasm.
He took a flashlight and peered into her ear.After a moment, he walked over and then shined the light into her other ear. "Hmmm, this is more serious than I thought."
"Ohhh, nuuuuuu!!" Zowie put her hands on her face.
"However, I've run into this problem before..."
"Oh Ya? what is it Doc?"
"You have a typical case of sterophon-itis"
Zowie, looked bewildered..."Uh, in english pul-eeeze?."
"In otherwords, you have foam pieces of your headphones lodged in your ear canal. Thats why you hear that buzzing noise in yur head." He turned around to hide his grin.
"OH MA GAWD,"
Holding his notepad directly at the young lady, Zeibel continued. "However-not to worry! Your HMO covers this."
Zowie blankly stared past the big words. "Is this permanent damage doc?"
"No, allow me to explain the procedure....It's quite simple really, first, I'll give you a shot, put you under..."
"PUT me under? heeeeyyyy-" Zweibel ignored her, continuing.
"I'll have 2 interns, and a anthesiologist with me, please..."
Zowie, shrugged, slumpped down, and appeared more relaxed.
"Theeen, prepare and make an incision, to make an incision into your chest..Probably make a lazy-S with my type-2 scathe."
"OUCH, that like sound majorly painful!"
"Oh, no...You'll be out, you won't feel a thing!" Sid looked at his notes. "Thhheeen. start the operation, moving up through the chest cavity, up through the throat, pass the larenex, maybe check your tonsils, while I'm there,..then move above the jaw, and into the brain, then I'll proceed to the headphones and finally-once into the cholia, I'll 'push them out".
Zowies' heavilly mascared eyes widened. "Doc!! wouldn't it be mucho easier to..like, um, pull them out?"
Dr.Zweibel ,holding a finger pointing, appearing a bit insulted, blurted out, "Obviously, You have NEVER been...to...medical school." He started walking away and headed towards a medicine cabinet. After searching a few drawers, he spotted the largest syringe he could find. Withdrawing the tool very slow, he continued talking. "This requires, a very large shot...You're not scared of needles are you?" He turned around and noticed an empty table. The door was left open.
Sidney was smirking, standing alone in the room muttering, "....Hypochondriacs..."
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On board World watch One, Rawhide, Buckaroo Banzai, and Perfect-Tommy were busy with suitcases, un-packing, inspecting guns, light armourment while Pinky Cruthers was at the helm driving towards Chinatown............
