Act 2: The Doctor

With her temperature rectally measured, Gina slumps back into the wheelchair as the nurse finished up the measurements. She was wheeled to exam room 3 and told to wait on the exam table. The door is shut and she's left sitting in the wheelchair and wondering just how she was going to get up on the tall exam table on her own.

'Fuck me, why is this so tall?' Gina thought to herself, struggling to push the wheels enough to be next to the table.

She grabbed the arm rests and attempted to stand up. Not thinking to set the brakes, the chair rolled back and she topped with it, her shoulders getting wrenched awkwardly, she screams out in pain. The chair slammed into the cupboards onthe side, breaking jars and sending q-tips and tongue depressors scattering.

Gina was in tears, as the Doctor came in. D-cup breasts barely held in by her coat, certainly not within regulation heels tip toeing around the detritus.

"Excuse me, what is going on in here! You will be paying for your actions!" The doctor chastised Gina.

"I can't do things! My brain make body go do thing bad no good!" Gina sobbed as a floor heap.