Dentist vs. Patient
The white, pristine room glistened as I entered. My patient sat in the large, leather chair and stared at me, white in the face.
"Hello, my name is Dr Stevens. I will be your dentist today."
"Uh… h-h-hi," he stuttered. I reached out to shake his hand, but it was shaking so much that I could barely grasp it. When I finally did, they were slick with sweat.
"There's really no need to be nervous," I reassured "this is just a check-up."
"Uh-huh."
I reached over to the table for a bib and his hands flew back, nearly knocking over the tray of instruments that lay next to him.
"What is that!?" he gasped.
"It's just a bib!" I replied, shocked. No patient had ever been this scared before, especially of a bib of all things!
He cautiously leaned back into his chair and glared suspiciously at me. I resisted the urge to sigh.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Well," he replied, "you could try to choke me with that thing."
Why would I want to do that?!" I questioned, aghast. He shrugged and stopped glaring daggers in my face. I went to tighten the bib onto his neck and his hand shot back again and knocked over the cup of mouthwash. It landed on the floor with a crunch and mouthwash spilled all over the black and white tiled floor. His brown eyes darted quickly from the floor, to me, then back to the floor.
"I'm sorry!" He shouted quickly. This time I did sigh, a long deep sigh that lasted quite a few seconds.
"Don't worry about it," I muttered. "I'll just clean it up quickly."
I grabbed a cloth from the counter, crouched down to clean it up and…
'CRASH!'
I whipped around to find the chair lying on the ground, instruments scattered everywhere. The patient was behind everything cowering against the cupboards whilst wincing painfully.
"HOW DID YOU-" I stopped myself and tried to calm down. "What happened" I growled through gritted teeth.
He shrugged again.
"Sir," I spoke, "that chair was bolted to thefloor and you somehow knocked it down. I need an answer."
I advanced towards him and he yelped and ran off, knocking over a poster in a glass frame which smashed onto the floor. I stared wistfully at it for a second and then turned my attention back to the patient who was trembling on the other side of the room.
It was time to bring out the anaesthetic.
"I'm not going to hurt you sir, this is just a check-up." I spoke as calmly as I could whilst inching towards the canister. He tensed as my hand reached out, and that was when I attacked.
The next thing I knew, I was being knocked to the ground and my patient was standing on top of the counter. I leapt up and chased him as he jumped off the counter and bolted away, taking with him the few precious awards I had earned last year. He bounded past the table, and using it as a blockade, he pushed it over and leapt out the window. I tripped over the table and fell flat on my face whilst trying to yell after the runaway patient.
I hear door being opened in a hurry. "I heard a crash, is everything-?" The receptionist paused in the doorway and studied the mess. "What happened?" she gasped. I shook my head.
"You don't want to know."
I never saw that patient again.