by Gingerly Me
Stephan learns the true price of tattoo removal.
Contest entry for: Daily Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: mansion, tower, hall
Word count: 300
Stefan glanced around the empty waiting room. He was a little apprehensive, having found the doctor on Craigslist, but it was a minor procedure, he reasoned, and he didn’t have insurance. Either the guy has a license to practice or he doesn’t, he told himself.
“Stefan?” the nurse called from the open doorway. “We’re ready for you.”
She took his height and weight and then lead him down the hall to the exam room. Stefan took a seat as she rolled the vitals tower closer.
Scanning his paperwork, the nurse paused, then asked, “Next of kin?”
“Don’t have any,” he replied, reminded of his little brother who had died after a failed transplant. “Hopefully there’s no emergency,” he joked halfheartedly.
The nurse didn’t laugh, just finished his vitals and left him with a hospital gown and a promise that the doctor would be with him shortly.
Stefan changed into the gown and spent the next ten minutes wondering how much it was going to hurt to get his embarrassing tattoo removed.
The nurse returned with the doctor and immediately began preparing an injection, “Just to make sure you’re comfortable.”
Stephan was relieved, immediately relaxing into the bed. He even felt a little sleepy. This might not be so bad after all, he thought, allowing his eyelids to drift closed. At the edge of drug induced sleep, he heard a snippet of conversation.
“I thought we were all done with these, doctor.”
“So did I, but now my wife insists on a bigger mansion. I just need to sell two more kidneys before I can make the down payment. I should get both out of this guy, then we’re done.”
Despite the realization he was about to be murdered, Stefan’s last thought was, “The joke’s on you! I only have one.”