Flash Fiction Challenge 2
The Doctor's Cut
The Doctor's Cut
QUESTION AND ANSWER:
Antonio: Why is surgery still an accepted practice in medicine?
Gerri: Doctors still want to get their cut.
"What the hell happened in there?" Doctor Isaacs was furious, bewildered and downright insistent. No one was supposed to die at Saint Aegis, especially -- especially!!! -- during a routine procedure.
"You've got it all wrong," Doctor Long pleaded for her to understand. "The patient is fine. It's Doctor Lewis who's dead!"
"Well, that's the most difficult part to believe, I'm afraid..."
TWO WEEKS AGO...
"Mister Logan, I'm afraid you have a tumor in your stomach. It appears to be malign, and roughly the size of a dime." Doctor Lewis showed Mister Logan the X-Rays. Indeed, there was a white spot that looked almost exactly the size of a dime. The interns listening at the door stifled their snickering.
"What has to be done now, Doc?"
"Well, obviously we have to remove it. I'm going to schedule a surgical procedure for two weeks from now, to get that little bastard out. Now, everything will be fine. It's not in a sensitive area and the procedure is very routine here at Saint Aegis. I'll get you all the details promptly." With that, Doctor Lewis escorted Mr. Logan out. His interns came in, closed the door and burst out laughing.
"I can't believe that worked!" one intern huffed, trying to regain his breath.
"People don't know enough about their own bodies to discern cancer from indigestion," Dr. Lewis scoffed. "Now, this is how you make money in the business. Mister Logan is rich. His health insurance can buy me two new houses off of this surgery -- and, of course, the unnecessary chemotherapy he'll get. I'll have him come in, say, every two weeks for the rest of his misbegotten life, and collect fees each visit. That's good doctoring, wouldn't you say?"
TWO WEEKS PASS...
Doctor Lewis and his team began surgery. "This is the same standard fare," Doctor Lewis told them. "We open him up, sew him back shut, and keep him here in the hospital for observation for a couple of days. He won't know the difference."
Suddenly, Mister Logan leapt up and grabbed a scalpel, thrusting it into Doctor Lewis' neck. "You bastard!" he screamed. "You goddamned bastard!"
As the doctor laid in a puddle of himself, blood and urine and everything else his body could no longer contain, the anesthesiologist burst through the door. "Wait!" he screamed. "I didn't sedate him yet!"