This is a short story that I got the idea from people always saying that they would sick Poppy on Voldie.
Maniac Medwitch
"Poppy I need you to heal someone" stated Dumbledore.
"Yes, who is it and put him or her on the bed over here."
"What is Voldermort doing here?"
"Tom Riddle is here because he needs healing."
"Albus you can't be serious."
"I am, now do it."
Dumbledore walked out of the hospital wing. Poppy bustled around the wing and getting things to heal him.
"Women please get me out of these restraints now" demanded Riddle.
"Mr. Riddle you are restrained because you might injure yourself further if you move."
"Well fix me already."
Poppy forcefully pored potions down his throat, so she wouldn't have to deal with him.
The next day.
"Women let me out of this stupid hospital this minute."
"No, you will be discharged as soon as I see fit."
"Well in that case Avada Keda…"
"Don't going trying to kill me, you will lay there until I see fit and not sooner."
Friday.
"Now you may go."
"Yea, after you put me through a week of torture."
"Now you be good Riddle, or you will have me haunting you."
"Now I don't want that to happen."
Riddle walks out and was a good boy until he died, because Poppy scares everybody.
The End