Post by melinda on Feb 24, 2013 8:21:10 GMT -6
Sam Malone was the star, if not necessarily best, player for the Red Sox, especially that year. He was in the prime of his life, women were throwing themselves at him and money was no object. Most of his money went to booze and women, not necessarily in that order, but there wasn’t a thing in the world he couldn’t get if he threw his name around.
But today was a day unlike any other. Today he’s been laid up, on Coach’s orders, at Boston Mercy. It was around 1975 and he’d been struck down in the middle of a game with chest pains. So by Coach’s orders he was checked into the best hospital in Massachusetts.
He hated it. He hated the thought of being bedridden until he discovered that his charm worked wonders with the nurses. He was lying down, with a bevy of beautiful nurses surrounding him, until a male, presumably a doctor, very authorative, figure walked in. He was tall, balding and somewhat stocky. Sam hated him already.
“Ladies, I can see that you are consumed by the charms that this man believes he holds over you. Believe me when I say I’ve seen men with less charm and somewhat more personality than Sam Malone over the years. In fact, some of these men are here at Boston Mercy. How can I put this delicately?” He paused for dramatic effect. “Vamoose.”
The ladies left, leaving Sam all alone with the doctor. This wasn’t going to be easy, but Sam was sure he could win over the doctor in order to get his time with the nurses again. “Doc, I wanna say, nice place you’ve got going here.”
“Save it. I’m not a blonde with an IQ of twelve you can win over with your personality. I am here to do my job, no more, no less.”
“Say do you have a name, or shall I just keep calling you Doc?” Sam laughed.
“My name is Dr. Winchester. You may call me Dr. Winchester. If you call me Doc, buddy, pal, I will immediately do this.”
With that, Charles Winchester the third turned around and left the room. Sam sighed. It was going to be a long week.
00000
“So, Chuckles, what brings you by my office?” John smiled as he placed his feet upon Charles’ desk.
“I shall now have to sterilize my entire office, thanks to your offensive foot odor. Now let’s get down to business shall we?”
“What’s up doc?”
Charles rolled his eyes. He could see why his roommate during Korea got along apparently so well with this person. “Dr. McIntyre, I would appreciate it if you were to see to one of my patients.”
Trapper laughed. “You never give me any of your patients. You’re the top dog around here. What’s up with that?”
“Let’s just say I believe you two shall carry on very well.”
“Carry on? Is she pretty?”
Charles rolled his eyes. “It’s a he. Sam Malone, apparently a sports figure of some type. He actually brings to mind your one time best friend, whom shall remain nameless thankfully.”
“Hawkeye? He reminds you of Hawkeye?” Now Trapper’s eyes lit up. This could prove to be a very interesting case.
“I never said the name. All I said was that I think you would be a better fit as a physician than I could be, so will you take over the case or not?”
Trapper smiled. “Anything for you, Chuckles.”
God it was a small world. Of all the hospitals in Boston why did this one have to hire one of Pierce’s simian friends?
“Go on. Get out of my office.” With that, Charles sprayed the office down with disinfectant and looked over his next case load.
But today was a day unlike any other. Today he’s been laid up, on Coach’s orders, at Boston Mercy. It was around 1975 and he’d been struck down in the middle of a game with chest pains. So by Coach’s orders he was checked into the best hospital in Massachusetts.
He hated it. He hated the thought of being bedridden until he discovered that his charm worked wonders with the nurses. He was lying down, with a bevy of beautiful nurses surrounding him, until a male, presumably a doctor, very authorative, figure walked in. He was tall, balding and somewhat stocky. Sam hated him already.
“Ladies, I can see that you are consumed by the charms that this man believes he holds over you. Believe me when I say I’ve seen men with less charm and somewhat more personality than Sam Malone over the years. In fact, some of these men are here at Boston Mercy. How can I put this delicately?” He paused for dramatic effect. “Vamoose.”
The ladies left, leaving Sam all alone with the doctor. This wasn’t going to be easy, but Sam was sure he could win over the doctor in order to get his time with the nurses again. “Doc, I wanna say, nice place you’ve got going here.”
“Save it. I’m not a blonde with an IQ of twelve you can win over with your personality. I am here to do my job, no more, no less.”
“Say do you have a name, or shall I just keep calling you Doc?” Sam laughed.
“My name is Dr. Winchester. You may call me Dr. Winchester. If you call me Doc, buddy, pal, I will immediately do this.”
With that, Charles Winchester the third turned around and left the room. Sam sighed. It was going to be a long week.
00000
“So, Chuckles, what brings you by my office?” John smiled as he placed his feet upon Charles’ desk.
“I shall now have to sterilize my entire office, thanks to your offensive foot odor. Now let’s get down to business shall we?”
“What’s up doc?”
Charles rolled his eyes. He could see why his roommate during Korea got along apparently so well with this person. “Dr. McIntyre, I would appreciate it if you were to see to one of my patients.”
Trapper laughed. “You never give me any of your patients. You’re the top dog around here. What’s up with that?”
“Let’s just say I believe you two shall carry on very well.”
“Carry on? Is she pretty?”
Charles rolled his eyes. “It’s a he. Sam Malone, apparently a sports figure of some type. He actually brings to mind your one time best friend, whom shall remain nameless thankfully.”
“Hawkeye? He reminds you of Hawkeye?” Now Trapper’s eyes lit up. This could prove to be a very interesting case.
“I never said the name. All I said was that I think you would be a better fit as a physician than I could be, so will you take over the case or not?”
Trapper smiled. “Anything for you, Chuckles.”
God it was a small world. Of all the hospitals in Boston why did this one have to hire one of Pierce’s simian friends?
“Go on. Get out of my office.” With that, Charles sprayed the office down with disinfectant and looked over his next case load.
