Dr. Bibblidrift, an esteemed pharmaceutical all-humanitarian doctor, was completely normal and credited.

  However, his patients couldn’t help but notice something…..off?

  Not necessarily evil..just very peculiar..

  “Dr. Bibblidrift!” the nurse shouted, snapping him out of his cheese haze.

  “What is it?” he said incredulously, swishing his eyes between the cheese plate and her perplexed face.

  “You…uh… have a patient in room 618..?” she said slowly hovering back by the doorframe.

  “Right.…patients–hospital –diagnosis….lead the way!” he said with exuberance to distract from his non-human behavior.

  Like a lanky lugging jogger he made his shuffling way over to the room following behind the nurse, who, subconsciously or consciously gave a wide berth between the two.

  Entering the examining room there sat on a padded examining table, a little boy, and his mother, said little boy was holding his left arm at an uneven 83.4-degree angle which greatly bothered Dr. Bibblidrift, this is a highly irregular angle for human arms you see.

  “You must be the doctor, thank you so much for seeing us.” the mother said in a slightly worried and quickened tone although sincere.

  “But of course, now, you must be my patient I presume.” Dr Bibbledrifft said turning all his senses onto the boy.

  “...My name is Timmy…” the boy said meekly not looking up at Dr. Bibbledriffts piercing orbs.

  Sniffling.

  “Well Timmy, what seems to be the problem, hm?” he said peering at him with a visible interest.

  The mother leaned closer placing a hand on Timmy's shoulder, “Timmy here had a bad fall, we think his arm might be sprained.” she interjected.

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  Equipping his sanitary hand coverings, Dr. Bibbledrifft stepped forward taking hold of Timmy's arm, gently at first, applying pressure following up the bone and tendons like a creeping parasite.

  “Just let me know when it starts hurting, understood?” Dr. Bibbledrift said.

  Timmy nodded quickly, as the doctor's fingers pressed against the Ulnocarpal ligament Timmy flinched whimpering out pitifully, his birth giver quick to coddle the leech– child.

  “Do not worry, there is a quick and easy remedy to your problem.”

  “Oh, that's wonderful news! Please doctor what does he need?” the childbearer said with “motherly” instinctive gratitude.

  “He?” the doctor questioned flexing a brow muscle in his flesh.

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  “My son,” she said, her confusion blunt, throwing an accusatory look at the doctor. “His arm needs to be fixed, correct?”

  …

  “Oh, the arm…..are you sure you didn’t just mean…. The whole child?”

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  “What?!” the mother screeched with unbidden offense.

  “Well…. It's not useful until adulthood anyways, and if it’s… well- broken, even more so, no?” Dr. Bibbledrifft said, “It’s no problem at all, I know a lovely place to expel a child into deep space.” He said with experienced assurance.

  Timmy stared gobsmacked before breaking into a useless and inefficient fit, leaking water and salt fluids from his eyes, not a very good defense mechanism, it's not even a lesser acid.

  “Fix his arm!” the mother shouted into his hearing things.

  Wincing at the sound he grumbled mildly, Dr. Bibbldrifft reached into his pocket and pulled out a string cheese, Mozzarella specifically, and intricately separated its fine tendril like wisps of porcelain cheese into a continuous strand of wonder, he then proceeded to wrap it around Timmy's defective arm.

  Everyone, besides the doctor, stared in utter disbelief having gone silent at the absurdity.

  Dr. Bibbldrifft pulled out from his lab coat, a triangular “tool” that resembled that of a ketchup bottle although more geometric with little glowy lights etched into its polymer. It hummed, glowing into a concentrated dot, a pulse shot out rippling the atoms, electrifying the energy.

  Everyone's hair stood straight up in a halo of static, except the doctor, of course. He had an image to uphold after all.

  The cheese cast singed and amalgamated before smoothing out into hexagonal webbings around Timmy's arm, solidifying properly.

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  “Wha..” the mother started before being interrupted.

  “Pay for the bill at the front desk, I have a cheese platter to stare at.” Dr. Bibbldrifft said moving with enthusiasm, whistling out the door, his white lab coat fluttering behind him.

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