Evan MacMillan sat in the waiting room filled with coughing patients. He wasn't sick, but he injured himself. A few hours ago, he went outside to see if any animals triggered his traps. Luckily, a red fox did. Unluckily for Evan, when he carried the fox, he accidentally stepped on one of his traps, and that's how he ended up in the hospital. The pain felt like a shark chomped on his leg when he stepped on it. Right now, he doesn't feel anything. He doesn't even feel the warmth.
While he was waiting, a doctor or staff walked into the room holding a clipboard. "Mister Fairfield," they said.
The man who was sitting next to him got up. He was a brunet and wore glasses. He went into the hallways. After a few minutes, he came out screaming.
"Not them again! Not them!" he yelled.
Two staff members came out, a red-headed nurse, whose uniform looked more like a Halloween costume, and a doctor.
"Doctor Carter," the nurse asked, "why did he run away?"
"I don't know, Nurse Sally," the doctor replied. "I'm going to assume he's mentally ill, possibly has schizophrenia." He then looked at the receptionist. "Who's next?"
The receptionist looked at the list and said, "Mister MacMillan, Evan MacMillan, you're next."
He got up and walked– more like dragged his foot –to the examination room.
"Oh my god!" Sally looked at his foot. "What happened to you? Did a shark chomp on your leg?"
"I'd describe the pain like that," he said. "I stepped on one of my traps."
The nurse and doctor laughed, hurting Evan's feelings, but he didn't show it.
"How the hell did that happen? That's so stupid," commented Doctor Carter. "I'll be right back. Do not flirt with the nurse. She's mine!"
Evan had a bad feeling about this.
"How long have you been a nurse?" he asked.
"About a week ago," she answered. "How long have you had that injury?"
"This morning."
"Wow, early bird, aren't you? What are you, a hunter?"
"Yes, but I hunt differently than others. Some people might use a bolt-action rifle or bow, but I like using traps."
"Just wondering, how often do people fall for your traps?"
"People?" Evan repeated. "You mean animals?"
"Animals, people, they're all the same."
"Well, I get some bears and wolves, but sometimes I get smaller animals. I only hunt for bigger games. However, some idiotic hunters out in the wood sometimes step on my traps."
"Idiots such as yourself? You did step on your trap."
Evan hung his head low. "Thanks for reminding me."
"Hey, look on the bright side!" Sally attempted to cheer him up. "We're here to help you. Everything will be okay!"
"Maybe you're right. I think maybe it's time to switch my hunting style. I'm thinking about using a bolt-action rifle."
"Um, I was going to say you should pick a different hobby because–"
Doctor Carter returned to the examination room with a large bloody saw.
"Um, what's going to happen to me?" he asked Sally, who had a neutral expression on her face.
She didn't reply, but he felt sleepy. The nurse had a syringe in her hand. He fought his best to stay awake, slightly wobbling around until his eyes rested.
Evan MacMillan awoke in the same examination room. However, he noticed someone had wiped the floors recently. The blood wasn't completely washed away.
"Who's blood is this?" he asked himself.
Before he could figure it out, Nurse Sally walked into the examination room.
"Oh my god! Congratulations, you lost weight!" she cheered.
He was confused, but he did feel a bit lighter. He also found it strange that Nurse Sally was taller than him.
He looked down to see if they fixed him.
"Wait, what happened to my legs?" he panicked.
Doctor Carter walked into the examination room.
"We took care of your injury, sir. Here is your medical bill."
"50,000 dollars? Are you insane? How the hell am I going to pay for this? I can't hunt in these conditions! I thought I might have to walk on crutches, not use a wheelchair for the rest of my life!"
"Hey, that's not his fault!" Nurse Sally defended the doctor. "It's your fault for stepping on your trap."
"Give it up, darling, they always blame the doctor."
"Damn right, I'm going to blame you. Ugh, now I see why that guy ran away screaming, that poor fool."