The Strange Noise - Chapter 3
“The Doctor will see you now!” called the happy rabbit nurse from behind her desk. Eustace slumped onto the hospital bed, feeling very sorry for himself, and waited for the Doctor to appear. He could hear whispering behind the curtain, as if two people were chatting, but he thought only one doctor practised here.
“HELLO THERE!” grinned Dr Murdoch, as he waltzed in from behind the curtain, startling Eustace in the process. Rattle rattle. “Ah, the old rattlebox. Gone snap has it?”
“The rattle-wha’?” groaned Eustace.
“The snacklepox.”
“The who did what?”
“The radiofloss!”
“Um..”
“Yes yes, enough beating around the bush. Well you’re most certainly going to die, I’m afraid. Too bad. You seem like a nice chap.”
Eustace’s eyes widened and Dr. Murdoch let out a large laugh.
“Haha, oh I always get them with that. Oh your face. Yes!” Victoria grimaced. “Is he going to be alright doctor?” She squeaked.
“Is he going to be alright? Is he going to be alright?! OF COURSE HE IS! If I have anything to do with it, that is. Yes, we will need to decapitate him and remove the offending items, but if everything goes according to plan, surgery will be a huge success, he’ll stop rattling and I’ll stop prattling! Doesn’t that sound wonderful? Just sign this consent form and we’ll be on our way!” he threw a piece of paper at Victoria as he danced around the drip-stand.
Reluctantly, she signed the paper, and crossed her fingers. And toes.
“Splendid!” yelled Murdoch as he snatched the paper. “I’ll administer the anaesthetic and we’ll be on our way.” He took the piece of paper in one hand, the drip-stand in the other, and danced off to his office.
The nurse stepped away from her reception desk, and came over to the two boars. “Would you like a cup of tea or coffee whilst you wait, Mrs Truffle?”
“Oh, no thank you. That doctor… Is he always like that?” she asked curiously.
“Doctor Murdoch? Oh heaven’s no. He’s just very happy today as he just qualified. Isn’t that great?” said the nurse, smiling.
Eustace and Victoria both looked at each other, and gulped.
“HELLO THERE!” grinned Dr Murdoch, as he waltzed in from behind the curtain, startling Eustace in the process. Rattle rattle. “Ah, the old rattlebox. Gone snap has it?”
“The rattle-wha’?” groaned Eustace.
“The snacklepox.”
“The who did what?”
“The radiofloss!”
“Um..”
“Yes yes, enough beating around the bush. Well you’re most certainly going to die, I’m afraid. Too bad. You seem like a nice chap.”
Eustace’s eyes widened and Dr. Murdoch let out a large laugh.
“Haha, oh I always get them with that. Oh your face. Yes!” Victoria grimaced. “Is he going to be alright doctor?” She squeaked.
“Is he going to be alright? Is he going to be alright?! OF COURSE HE IS! If I have anything to do with it, that is. Yes, we will need to decapitate him and remove the offending items, but if everything goes according to plan, surgery will be a huge success, he’ll stop rattling and I’ll stop prattling! Doesn’t that sound wonderful? Just sign this consent form and we’ll be on our way!” he threw a piece of paper at Victoria as he danced around the drip-stand.
Reluctantly, she signed the paper, and crossed her fingers. And toes.
“Splendid!” yelled Murdoch as he snatched the paper. “I’ll administer the anaesthetic and we’ll be on our way.” He took the piece of paper in one hand, the drip-stand in the other, and danced off to his office.
The nurse stepped away from her reception desk, and came over to the two boars. “Would you like a cup of tea or coffee whilst you wait, Mrs Truffle?”
“Oh, no thank you. That doctor… Is he always like that?” she asked curiously.
“Doctor Murdoch? Oh heaven’s no. He’s just very happy today as he just qualified. Isn’t that great?” said the nurse, smiling.
Eustace and Victoria both looked at each other, and gulped.
To Be Continued (Pending Real-Life Surgery)
