"That should do it for this week, Lillia," said the doctor, rubbing his aching eyes. He knew the usual responsibilites of being a doctor were added on to, in light of the fact that he was the only medically-trained person in the village, but sometimes he wondered whether it was a good idea to expand his business to include gynecology as well. In some instances, it was a benefit, like seeing Elli (god, she could be so got if she wanted to!) and Karen (the town hottie) in the buff, but the accepting of other duties also meant seeing some other unpleasant things. Like, for example, the village girls' mothers, and in Elli's case, grandmother.
"That's it, doctor?" Lillia pouted, and pursed her lips in what she hoped was a tantalizing way. Not getting the reaction she hoped, she started buttoning her blous again. Her husband had been gone for a long time now, and Lillia wasn't hetting any younger-- and here was the Doctor, a perfectly suitable, single young man. The problem was in trying to get his attention. "You can't do anything else for me?" she added, batting her lashes.
"Not this week, I'm afriad. Maybe next week I'll have something for you, but--- no, forget about it," the doctor changed his mind. "It's still experimental. I shouldn't have mentioned it."
"What? Doctor, you can let me know what it is, can't you?" Lillian purposely left her top two buttons undone, and tried to discreetly lean over towards him. Still no response. Damn.
Sighing, the Doctor, opened his drawer and removed from it a plastic-wrapped brikc made of compacted dark leaves. Although his table stood in between her and the Doctor, she could smell its pungent aroma. Her stomach rumbled, suddenly, and her cheeks brightened in embarassment, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Oregano?" She blinked, perplexed.
"No, no," said the doctor, hefting it with one hand. "It's something Kai's brother, Jamal, gave to me. It's from the city where he came from; apparently it's called 'cannabis' or 'pot.' Also known as 'marijuana' and 'Mary Jane.'
"We're still testing it," he continued, "To see if it does work or not. It seems to be, although we're apprehensive trying it out on a human for medicinal purposes."
"We?" Lillia asked. She snuck a peek around the corner at Elli, the young brunette who worked as the doctor's nurse. Suddenly, Elli looked up and noticed, and gave a friendly wave. Taken aback, Lillia waved back. Bitch.
"Basil and I," the Doctor clarified. "Jamal's been smoking it for extended periods of time, years in fact. But as the town herbologist, Basil and I agreed we should test it on an unexposed patient first."
"Well, what about me, doctor? I could be that first patient!"
"Oh no," the Doctor shook his head as he scratched at his chin. "I couldn't, not with an untested drug--"
"I'll pay you $100 gold for it," she said, picking up her purse beside her.
"Madam!," the Doctor half-rose from his chair, a shocked look on his face. "That's barely more than enough to buy a loaf of bread in the local store! And besides, it's against every ethical standard for me to---"
"I'll pay you $1000 gold for the lot," Lillia interrupted.
"Sold!" exclaimed the Doctor. "Now, will that be cash? Or charge?"
To be Continued....
"That's it, doctor?" Lillia pouted, and pursed her lips in what she hoped was a tantalizing way. Not getting the reaction she hoped, she started buttoning her blous again. Her husband had been gone for a long time now, and Lillia wasn't hetting any younger-- and here was the Doctor, a perfectly suitable, single young man. The problem was in trying to get his attention. "You can't do anything else for me?" she added, batting her lashes.
"Not this week, I'm afriad. Maybe next week I'll have something for you, but--- no, forget about it," the doctor changed his mind. "It's still experimental. I shouldn't have mentioned it."
"What? Doctor, you can let me know what it is, can't you?" Lillian purposely left her top two buttons undone, and tried to discreetly lean over towards him. Still no response. Damn.
Sighing, the Doctor, opened his drawer and removed from it a plastic-wrapped brikc made of compacted dark leaves. Although his table stood in between her and the Doctor, she could smell its pungent aroma. Her stomach rumbled, suddenly, and her cheeks brightened in embarassment, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Oregano?" She blinked, perplexed.
"No, no," said the doctor, hefting it with one hand. "It's something Kai's brother, Jamal, gave to me. It's from the city where he came from; apparently it's called 'cannabis' or 'pot.' Also known as 'marijuana' and 'Mary Jane.'
"We're still testing it," he continued, "To see if it does work or not. It seems to be, although we're apprehensive trying it out on a human for medicinal purposes."
"We?" Lillia asked. She snuck a peek around the corner at Elli, the young brunette who worked as the doctor's nurse. Suddenly, Elli looked up and noticed, and gave a friendly wave. Taken aback, Lillia waved back. Bitch.
"Basil and I," the Doctor clarified. "Jamal's been smoking it for extended periods of time, years in fact. But as the town herbologist, Basil and I agreed we should test it on an unexposed patient first."
"Well, what about me, doctor? I could be that first patient!"
"Oh no," the Doctor shook his head as he scratched at his chin. "I couldn't, not with an untested drug--"
"I'll pay you $100 gold for it," she said, picking up her purse beside her.
"Madam!," the Doctor half-rose from his chair, a shocked look on his face. "That's barely more than enough to buy a loaf of bread in the local store! And besides, it's against every ethical standard for me to---"
"I'll pay you $1000 gold for the lot," Lillia interrupted.
"Sold!" exclaimed the Doctor. "Now, will that be cash? Or charge?"
To be Continued....