The Waiting Room - Flash Fiction 200 Words
He awoke to the sound of His name being called, like a question. He grunted a reply, waving one hand in the air, rubbing bleary eyes with the other.
“The Doctor will see you now”
He followed the nurse down a blandly sterile corridor, into a consulting room.
“Sit. He’ll be along shortly”
The nurse left again, and He sat.
He waited a long time.
The Doctor entered through another door He hadn’t noticed, accompanied by a huge black dog. It lay sphinx-like on the floor and watched as the Doctor studied his patient.
After an indeterminable length of time, when He was feeling more than uncomfortable, the dog huffed softly, and the Doctor seemed to come to a decision.
“Let’s take a look at your X-rays, hm?”
Out of nowhere, the Doctor clipped two films to the light-box. One showed His chest, the other, bizarrely, a feather. The Doctor studied these too, seeming to confer with the dog before speaking.
“Well, these seem fine. Do you have money for the cab?”
He shook His head, turning out empty pockets. The Doctor sighed heavily.
“They never come prepared anymore. Sorry son, you’ll have to go back to the waiting room.”
