Nurse Swanson exited the examination room and handed her clipboard to Doctor Weatherby.
“So, what’s going on with Mr. Jones?” he murmured, flipping through the pages.
“He claims he’s a Cat Person,” said Swanson. “He says if he curls his hand into a claw shape, retractable claws emerge.”
Weatherby sighed. “Cat Person? You disabused him of that silly notion, right?”
“Ah, no sir. I was practicing good bedside manner to avoid agitating him. I just took his vitals.”
“Swanson! Part of beside manner is giving patients realistic expectations. Now he thinks you’ve confirmed his delusion. I have to overcome that.” Brusquely, he entered the examination room with Jones.
Swanson felt anxious at angering the doctor. She hovered beside the room to find out what happened.
Minutes later Weatherby left the room, looking shaken. Scratches lined his arms and four rips tore across the front of his scrubs.
Swanson said, “You okay Doctor? What’s your assessment?”
Weatherby sighed, “Your bedside manner is excellent, Janelle. And my assessment is: Never contradict a Cat Person!”
Written for: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/09/04/fffaw-challenge-week-of-september-5-2017/