Say Ahh

by zeilfanaat

Category: Humor, Drama
Rating: G/K
Warning: None
Disclaimer: "Doc" is not mine. It is produced by Dave Alan Johnson & Gary R. Johnson. No infringement intended.
Spoilers: None (will differ per scene/chapter, so I'll warn you per chapter)
Summary: DOC Drabbles and Vignettes A-Z (hopefully). Updated whenever I have written the next letter. : )
Archive: i2eye Fan Forum, fanfiction. net, AO3.
Challenge: None.
A/N: Each scene should be self-contained. This is kind of a writing exercise. Just trying to get the creative juices flowing again.
Finished: November 11, 2016

Apple (Words: 650)

"Well, that was the last check-up concerning your jaw surgery," Clint said, walking his patient back to the front desk. The woman grinned. "Yes, I'll enjoy being able to bite into an apple again!"

Tippy smiled from behind the front desk, holding up an apple she'd brought as a snack. "Oh, I can imagine! And you know what they say," she added brightly, "An apple a day keeps the doctor away!"

Both patient and doctor chuckled, and the former left with a happy 'bye'. Clint leaned on the desk. "I've also heard it said: "An apple will keep anyone away as long as you throw it hard enough."

Nancy, who'd just come storming out of one of the exam rooms, overheard the comment and muttered, "I'll settle for just keeping Doctor Crane away." Tippy quickly hid a laugh behind her hand, as another person entered the clinic.

"Good morning, Sir, how may I help you?"

"I need a doctor quickly," the man said, rushed, his eyes never quite settling in one place.

Clint stepped forward. "I'm a doctor; is it an emergency?"

The man looked at Clint, who stopped dead in his tracks. If the crazed look in the man's eyes hadn't been enough, the knife in his hands would have been.

"Where's your supply? You got drugs don't you? Give them to me." The knife was waved in Clint's direction. The country doctor held up his hands in a pacifying manner.

"What do you need them for? Maybe I can help."

The man's roaming gaze once more settled on Clint. "You can help me by giving me the stuff!"

"It doesn't quite work like that," Clint said calmly. As long as the guy was focused on him, he wasn't paying attention to other people. Like Nancy, who was uncomfortably close to door and therefore the drug addict, or the elderly man who was sitting in the chair to Clint's left.

"What are you, stupid? I've got a knife! You give me the drugs and I won't kill you!"

Nancy gasped slightly, but the sound was covered by Clint's words. "No matter how much your body is saying that you need the drugs, you don't. How 'bout you put down the knife and we'll figure it out together?"

The words were not getting through; the only thing the man heard was Clint's refusal to give in to his demands. A wild look around him brought Nancy in focus.

"Fine, you take me the drugs instead!" He swung the knife around, intent on getting cooperation from his new victim, when suddenly something hit him in the forehead with enough force to throw him backwards to the floor. Immediately, Clint jumped forward and got hold of the man, forcing him to drop the knife. Nancy quickly moved to kick the knife out of reach. Once Clint had the man immobilized, Nancy turned to Tippy. "Call the police." Tippy nodded, just as another voice was heard.

"I already called them. They're almost here." Doctor Oliver Crane's head appeared from behind the corner, cell phone still held against his ear. "Yes, officer, the perpetrator is under control. You can come in."

Two cops, who'd been just down the street when the alert was dispatched, came in through the door. Taking in the situation, they relieved Clint from his dazed yet struggling burden. Clint stood up and watched the drug addict being taken away. He turned towards the receptionist.

"Thanks, Tippy. Good aim."

"Thank you, doctor Cassidy," the receptionist replied, still slightly shaken. "I guess 'what they say' is true." Nancy sent her a small smile. She stooped down, picked up the apple that lay there, and threw it in the bin. "How about we keep a couple of apples handy?"

Clint grinned. "Good idea. Hey, we might even get the clinic to pay for it, if we put it down as a safety measure."

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