Nope, he prepares and puts her out

Swaying a little Jill sat on the edge of a grubby plastic chair while bangs and clangs came from down the hall along with lots of swearing. The 'doctor' periodically poked his head out the door to make sure she was still there before returning to the ruckus.

"Come on down the hall!" he finally called, and reluctantly she complied.

Stopping at the door she very tentatively went in.

"Take off your clothes, please," he ordered as she entered, sounding much more like a doctor. With the white coat, latex gloves and surgical mask he certainly looked more the part than he had before. The room itself didn't look as professional, being cluttered with mounds of boxes and bags. The bed at its centre looked like it could double as a **** chair, and the bedding on it had a number of stains on it she didn't want to identify.

"Just throw them there," he said, turning to his tray as she stripped, and turned back as she hopped on the bed.

"Lie down," he said, and she complied, eying him nervously as he hefted an oxygen mask. Anaesthesia, unless you're that much into pain?" he quirked an eyebrow at him.

"What... What are you going to do?" she asked from her prone position.

"Why exactly what you've asked," he said, possibly smiling beneath his surgical mask as he placed the anaesthesia over her nose and mouth. "Now just count backwards from a hundred."

She didn't even make it to ninety-five before she was out.