Doctor Palmer In The Hospital Of Humiliation

The dark specter watched through his mystical stone, as the crystalline surface swayed and changed with a logic unfamiliar to the waking world- and spied the heart of hearts to the Sorcerer Supreme to be. Nightmare grinned a skull-splitting grin and his eyes flared with putrid fire- a worthy first target if there ever was.

Dr. Christine Palmer threw her arms around her chest and squealed, startled beyond belief and taken by surprise

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as the portal closed and then, moments later, a broom fell to her left.

Magic?! Real magic?

It had been easier to accept when she was sewing her sometimes-soulmate and oil-and-water on and off flame back together in a race against time and reason.

When you slowed down to analyze it with a logical and practical mind-

Her head hurt, and she knew where to get a Vicodin, and easy. She turned and walked out of the double doors, closing her eyes and rubbing her tired head, swooning momentarily before the sudden page over the intercom:

"DOCTOR PALMER TO THE ER IMMEDIATELY- ASSISTANCE TO THE ER, STAT!"-

and all of her concerns were removed from the present as present matters made themselves apparent.

Sweet, sweet Vicodin would have to wait. Maybe a bubble bath.

Christine's footsteps slapped down the hallway and resounded in her ears, sounding strange to her- Strange, ha- as she tried to keep a calm composure. Doctors and nurses bustled one way, uninterrupted because it was not THEIR name on the frantic call. Christine was used to taking the heavier stuff- her position demanded it.

Timing was never an accepted gratuity with that. The shit hit the proverbial fan when and if it did. And right now it did.

She slowed down, taking a breath and searching for her stethoscope and her pager- crinkling her nose in confusion when she couldn't quite locate it on her b-

But her thoughts were taken elsewhere as she stepped aside to avoid an oncoming stretcher which had slowed down and jerked in- a rather odd motion, really. A nurse looked at her frantically, asking "Are you ok?" with her eyes for some reason, and Christine really only had to sidestep so that the running wheels didn't bruise her little toes.

As she kept her course, she looked over her shoulder, unbidden but tempted, and saw the elderly patient lolling in her direction, eyes as wide as dinner plates and looking oddly- content and non-morose.

In fact, he looked like he'd seen the Gates Of Heaven.

Christine wanted some of the **** they had given this bastard, and stat!

But she kept her course.

The man's eyes kept on her course. Left, right, left....

Christine stepped around the receptionists as they asked their confused questions such as "where are-" "why are you" or "Don't you think you should put"- she could handle all of that later!

And someone could turn down the AC in this place, it was almost July for pete's sake!

She felt especially chilly as she passed a cold storage room, stepping around the chilly tile and unable to help throwing her arms around her chest.

It was positively nipply- nippy!

It was cold!

Christine passed through a large waiting room, almost in the home stretch. She saw a mother strangely shuffle hastily to her teenage son and daughter- covering their eyes?! The son looked happy enough to see her until he fell into the darkness behind hand cover- but the daughter was irate- "MOOOOOOOOM STOP. I'M AN ADULT....I'VE SEEN THIS BEFORE, I KNOW WHAT SHE H-"

Christine moved on, ignoring the young man with flowers dropped at his feet and jaw on the floor, sitting next to a pretty young woman with blonde hair and covered in a hospital gown, who suddenly became much more spritely and kicked him in the shin- and hard, throwing away the gift shop teddy.

"I'm here, what's the situation?!"

Christine threw open the ER doors to meet a number of nurses, doctors and other staff all awaiting her seniority and counsel.

They gasped.

She wasn't sure about that part.

She- suddenly felt a little unsure. She opened her mouth, and hiccupped a little, stumbling over her words- then feeling off balance, stumbling for real. She landed back on the floor, which was really too chilly under her-

"Doctor Palmer, we just got here?! What's the situation?"

Christine furrowed her brow. "What- I was called her under emergency pretense, tell me what you know."

"Well, you don't seem to"

"If I may, you're walking into this place totall-"

"You're n-"

"Boo-"

Christine took a sharp intake of frustrated breath, then finally brushed her long brown hair over her shoulder, ignoring how it tickled and caressed, getting it out of her eyes. "I'm WHAT? Out with-"

She spied the nearby stained steel of an empty stretcher- looking a bit more....beige than expected. Then she slowly moved her eyes to the full sized mirror on wheels she clearly hadn't seen when entering.

"I'm....."

Her own jaw fell slack. Lips mouthing. "I'm....na....I'm naked?!"

The nurses fell into action. "She's naked!"

"Yes Doctor Palmer! You're naked! Everyone, Doctor Palmer is NUDE!"

"WE HAVE A CODE ENF STAT- WE NEED MORE CLOTHES BUT SHE'S LOSING A LOT OF MODESTY-"

"DIGNITY FALLING-"

"BLUSH IS RISING, GET ME A"

Christine looked down sharply, turned tomato red, and stepped one bare set of toes on top of another foot. She threw an arm over her bare boobs and rosy nipples, and clamped a manicured hand between her creamy thighs. She screamed.

"DOCTOR PALMER, WHAT DO WE DO?"