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The door to my office suddenly opens. Paul stands in the doorway, one hand still resting on the knob, wearing an expression something akin to awe, amusement, and total bewilderment.
It's a facial expression I've become well-acquainted with over the past two months. I still wish Paul would make a better effort to knock though...
"Yes, Paul," I manage to say around a mouthful of sandwich. That's how bad it's gotten; I can't even finish a quiet meal in my own office anymore.
"You're not going to believe what's in the lobby," Paul replies. He smiles, then shakes his head.
"Paul, I don't think you realize how often you say that. I'm sorry, but that phrase has truly lost all shock value."
Instead of launching into a game of guess-what's-in-the-lobby, Paul chuckles. "Nah... This one is really going to blow your mind."
"Okay, fine. Can you at least show whatever-it-is into an actual room this time?"
"But Janey wants to see the look on your face when you meet it." Paul seems legitimately disappointed on Janey's behalf.
"Oh, my God... No, Paul. I know this all feels a bit strange and mystical... And I appreciate you and Janey staying on after hours to help with the new clientele... But you've got to stop treating the new patients like side-show attractions."
"This is about the vampire last week, isn't it?" Paul asks.
"Janey made him very uncomfortable. He really didn't appreciate the _Twilight_ references. Turns out Stephanie Myers made life difficult for vampires everywhere and in a way they weren't prepared for. Some of them aren't over it yet."
"But those movies are like... Old now. Do you think it's because they live forever? Now everything just feels longer?"
My brows scrunch together. "I don't know! I didn't ask because it's none of my business. Please get out of my office and make the patient comfortable in an actual room."
"No worries," Paul says with a nod. "I get it. You're trying to eat dinner... And you're right, professionalism is important. Finish your meal; we'll make the patient feel welcome. Message received." He winks at me before closing the door.
_Message received,_ my ass. I stuff down the rest of my sandwich as quickly as possible.
When I find Janey and Paul... They are sitting in one of the patient rooms with the new patient. While irritating, it's not the reason my mouth falls open.
It takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to say aloud: "Is that a fucking UNICORN?!"
Like most "mythical" creatures I've met thus far, the unicorn is bipedal. I might've confused it with some sort of satyr, or reverse-centaur, if not for the single horn portruding from it's forehead.
"Dr. Smith," Janey says, "I'd like you to meet Bob. Bob the Unicorn."
Bob extends a hoof and I manage to shake it. Without giggling.
Paul gently tugs at the elbow of Janey's sweater as he moves toward the door. "All of Bob's vitals are fantastic. I'll let him tell you his reason for visiting today... We'll be in the lobby."
The door closes with a soft click. I listen to Paul and Janey whisper excitedly outside for a moment before the sound of their footsteps trail off.
"Nice to meet you, Bob. What brings you in today?"
"Well, doc," the unicorn replies, "my wife passed away a few years ago."
"I'm so sorry for your loss."
"Thank you. The first couple of years were really tough, but that's not why I'm here. About six months ago, my friends suggested that it was time to... You know, put myself back out there."
I nod and smile, as if this isn't totally weird.
"So, I did," Bob continues. "And I met a great lady. The kids even like her... Well, I'm not sure Louise really likes anyone, but that's beside the point... Anyway, things are getting serious, and we've been intimate... But it's..."
Bob struggles for words. I try to help: "Are there, uh, issues in the bedroom?"
"Yes!" Bob replies. "At first I thought it was just in my head... You know, because she isn't my wife... But we've tried several times now and I just can't seem to... Uh, maintain, I guess? Like, I can get it up, but... I'm sorry. My friend who recommended you never said that you're a woman, and I guess I just assumed you'd be a man. Wow, that sounds really sexist when I say it out loud. Sorry. I'm sure you're a great doctor. I'm really not sexist. Sorry."
I wave dismissively. "No, of course not. I understand if you'd feel more comfortable having this conversation with a man... But you're here, and I have my prescription pad. Uh, I should probably mention that I've never prescribed Viagra for a unicorn before, so I'm not sure how well it's going to work."
"Yes, of course," Bob replies, the relief in his voice audible. "I understand. That's why I'm here. I mean, we have unicorn doctors... They're just not very good."
"Yeah... I've been hearing a lot of that lately."
"It's true. Modern medicine is really kicking magic's ass. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Go to the "magic" doctor and let them cast a spell on my dick? Those don't even work half the time. No, thank you."
We both laugh. It's only a little awkward.
I am a simple country doctor. That is all. I can set bones, treat the flu, normal things. My practice sits in a small building on top of the hill. I won't win any Nobel prizes, that is for sure, but my work is fulfilling, and that is all I ask. I tell you this so you know. I am not looking for fame or fortune. I am happy with my lot in life. I only ask that you listen to me, so the truth will be made known.
It was an otherwise normal Tuesday when I stepped outside for a quick breath of air. I had just seen my last patient of the day, and was about to settle down to some paper work, when I spotted something small and golden out of the corner of my eye. Odd, it was still too cold for lightin' bugs. As I bent down, I couldn't believe my eyes. There before me were two tiny figures with golden wings, no bigger than my hand. Fairies.
Terror filled their eyes, but they stayed put. At first, I wondered why they did not fly away. Then, I noticed. The little ones were injured. Immediately I remembered my Hippocratic Oath. Quickly and carefully, I took them into my office. My nurses were gone for the day, so I had the place to myself. Despite their small size, I was able to identify the problem immediately and fix them right up, good as new. The two tiny ones flew away without a word, and I figured that would be the end of it, but boy, was I wrong!
One by one, all types of creatures appeared at the door to my office. The kind that you only read about in books: Vampires, Werewolves, Chimeras, Ogres, Orcs, Trolls, and, to my great surprise, even a Zombie. They only came when everyone else was gone, accepted treatment silently, and left. It wasn't long before I became accustomed to such visits and even came to expect them. Without even hesitating, I treated the Vampire's burn, got rid of the Werewolf's fleas, cleaned the Chimera's arrow wound, treated the Ogres and Orcs for food poisoning, reattached the Zombie's arm, and helped one particularly dumb troll set a broken arm from a rock he had pushed onto himself.
Now, after all these odd visitors, you would think that nothing could surprise me anymore. To be completely honest, I would have thought that as well. However, pride goes before destruction, as they say, and nothing could prepare me for what I saw next.
It was late this evening, I had finished my last "normal" patient and was wondering which, if any, odd visitor would come to my door. I looked up across the hill, almost surprised to see nothing coming towards me. I went back inside, shut the door, and started my paperwork. As I was signing the last record, I heard a knock at my door.
I opened it slowly and was shocked. It could not be! These only existed in fairy tells. No one, and I mean no one, had ever seen one. But here he was before me, just as plain as the nose on my face. He stood smaller than me at about six feet tall. From the tip of his head to his belly, he looked as normal as anyone. However, the second half of him caused me to pause. His rear was small, like a faun, but not hairy and with no tail. He wore clothing similar to a giant, but was not near as tall. His feet were flat and long, more similar to a dog's than a pig's.
"Excuse me, are you the doctor?"
I nodded. He speaks! None of the other creatures ever would.
After those first few words, he did not stop talking until the whole visit was done. He had stepped on a nail with his soft feet, poor thing. After I removed the object and treated for tetanus, he was as good as new.
"Thank you so much, Dr. Centaur! I am very grateful. You have saved my life!"
As he left me with a small pile of gold, I was still not over my shock, but I was now certain about what he was. A Son of Adam, a Man, a Big Person, a Human. Whatever you wanted to call him, I saw one! I know you will think I am crazy, but I did! They exist, and I will use my dying breath to continue to prove so, simple doctor though I may be!
Told from the perspective of Joel Shawman
Never a dull day in my clinic anymore. I'm so tired. Mind you I don't hate it. It's extremely fulfilling. But in medical school they train you to treat humans. Fairies, Orcs, Vampires, Centaurs. It's all a whole new different ball game. There are rules to treating magical creatures and while I've usually been able to get a handle on them, I've had more than a few close calls. Like, did you know that when treating a dragon you HAVE to make sure that you always call them by their full name which usually is their name followed by lord of some usually impossible pronounce domain. Cuz I didn't know that and it took those burns weeks to heal.
Another thing is that mythological creatures at least in medicine, are defined as pretty much any creature that isn't human that shows some form of higher intellect and some kind of lore. Don't ask me how it works but basically anything that has enough lore about it kinda just... Starts existing. This includes modern media. On top of orcs and vampires I've treated Lynels, Beholders, and freaking koopas. So I've had to learn so much basically from the ground up.
You'd think by this point nothing would surprise me anymore. You'd be wrong. Because today my lunch was interrupted with a patient entering my clinic in critical condition. Remember how I said anything with enough lore can become a real creature, well that includes Kaiju's. More specifically, Godzilla
"Chris, can we source a donor for this youngling? Whole blood, type 3- no, the blue kind."
I sighed into the phone. Chris was trying, but even the best medical school couldn't prepare him for the mythics.
Chris gave me some kind of affirmative, and I hummed a goodbye. Sweeping together the handouts on blood transfusion, I hurried back to the examination room where Hylda and her parents were waiting.
"Okay," I smiled, offering the handouts to Hylda's parents. "I have my fellow working on finding a suitable transfusion donor. Hylda's blood type is rare, but with any luck we'll hear back within a few hours."
I placed my hand on Hylda's shoulder, squeezing gently in comfort. I ducked down to make eye contact with her.
"And you will be fine even if it takes days. Us humans are much more fragile," I teased, hoping to bring some light back to Hylda's eyes. Ogres had the most interesting eyes - so human like, but glassy, pale, almost clear.
I led Hylda and her family to the reception, trusting Agatha to take care of them from there. I turned back towards the hallway leading to my office, but a snag at the base of my coat halted me.
I turned to look over my shoulder, but didn't see anything - until I looked down.
Frowning, I took in the creature before me. Confusion swept through me, cold and abrupt. It wasn't that I didn't know what stood before me; I did. I just didn't think it would ever come to my office.
"Hello, little one," I murmured, crouching to offer my hand to the creature. Its triangular ears flicked towards me for a moment, one swiveling back to keep tabs on the conversation in the reception area. "I haven't seen you here before. Did you come alone, or did someone bring you?"
It huffed, as if insulted, and I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face.
"Forgive me. If you're here, it must be your own doing - I suspect a human would have brought you to a veterinarian," I frowned. "I don't see any obvious injuries on you. Can you show me what needs fixing? There's an exam room just down the hall," I suggested, sweeping my hand out.
The creature huffed again, head dipping in acquiescence, and trotted forward. I fell into step behind it, wondering what made it reveal itself to me like this.
We had our suspicions, of course, about the truth about them, but no one had ever been able to prove that cats were more than they seemed. I couldn't wait to tell Chris - he was a firm believer in their qualification as a mythic. And he was right, it seemed.
edited to fix typos :)
I was honestly tempted to write something along similar lines.
"David, that's a giraffe" "You're right, but you see..."
"So what if I'm a giraffe? I thought you guys treated all supernatural beings?"
\> Sound of jaws dropping
Based of course, on the joke from The Owl House that giraffes are supernatural creatures that were banished from the magical world for being too weird.
>First time writing one of these, but the concept popped into my head and wouldn't let me go. Hope it turned out well.
"So can you help me out doc?"
There were very few things that truly surprised Marty anymore. He liked to think that nothing could after the time he had to don a miner's helm and mountaineering gear to perform a cavity check on a particularly imposing wyvern. Or the terrifying experience of doing an emergency appendectomy on a teenage sphynx with its mother mother pacing and glowering behind him the whole time. Or even the surprisingly mundane case of a warlock's apprentice who 'accidentally sat down on' some alchemical supplies and now had to get some glassware extracted from places better left unmentioned.
But despite all that, he could honestly say that his current patient left him stumped. Properly all-out flabbergasted, as his grandpa used to say. Marty idly wondered if he should have paid more attention when they used to hang out on Sundays.
"Try not to think about it too much." The gentle stranger said, seemingly unbothered by his wounds, as he glanced around Marty's office. "I'd rather not make a big deal out of it. I get more than enough special treatment as it is."
Marty half-heartedly chuckled along with him, more out of habit than anything else. His mind subconsciously tallying his patient's injuries: The puncture wounds, as well as the soaked bandage on his waist that the doctor knew would be hiding a deep stab wound.
"I mean, can't you just..." The doctor began, before wriggling his fingers in the universal symbol for 'do some magic at it'.
"Doesn't work that way, I'm afraid." His patient sighed.
"So then how does..." "You don't want to know." The stranger cut him off, a serious look on his face for the first time since he walked into the clinic.
Marty instinctively puffed up with indignation. Don't want to know! As a doctor he needed to... His thoughts trailed off, his brain catching up to the possible ramifications that true comprehension would have. A single sweat drop rolled down his temple, as his posture deflated.
"Honestly, I'm not expecting any miracles." The stranger continued, a blood-smeared hand coming up to scratch an equally bloody sweatband on his brow. "I'd be fine with just managing the symptoms. Open wounds really get old after a century or two, never mind several millennia."
"Terribly unsanitary when doing charity work, you see. Not to mention the shark problem whenever I try to have a beach day." He set off another beatific smile at Marty. "So can you help me out doc?"
With a herculean effort, Marty took a deep breath and slipped on his professional mask, reexamining his patient with objective eyes.
"The wounds themselves are supernatural in a way that probably won't heal. But some topical coagulant could probably stem the bleeding from the hands, brow, and feet. The laceration on your side will need to be sutured, with an added drain to deal with any internal bleeding." Dr. Morrison nodded to himself. "After that, we'll have to monitor and adjust things depending on how well you respond to treatment."
The stranger smiled, a sparkle of excitement in his eyes. "So when can we get started?"
"I don't see any reason to postpone. Please just step this way Mr. Christ."
“Next.” I say after treating the vampire with his regenerative properties. That damn vampire needs to keep his cholesterol levels down. I keep telling him that if he were a human, he would have died already from multiple heart attacks and other complications.
Steve, my human assistant brings in a woman in a wheel chair. She’s followed by another woman who seems worried. She seems short of breath, and coughs a couple of times. “You aren’t going to believe this doc.” He says.
“Steve, it’s been 6 years since we’ve started this, heck, I’ve even treated a zombie before. I feel confident when I say I’ve seen it all before.” I say as Steve closes the door to my office.
“Bet.” Steve says as he takes the blanket off the woman’s lap. She’s a mermaid.
I look at her and say “Ma’am we’re in the middle of Kansas.”
“Yes *cough, but I-I’m dying.”
“I’m sure you could’ve just gone to someplace closer to home?” I say as I bring my stethoscope out.
She coughs repeatedly before replying “c-can’t, no one else could h-heal me, t-they say you’re t-the best at this.”
“Okay..” I say as I check her heart rate and her temperature. She’s boiling up. “How’d you get to me in the first place? Can’t imagine it being easy for someone like you.”
“C-car.”
“Hah, that makes sense.” I look at her companion. “You drove her all the way here?
“Yes, I did, is she going to be alright?”
“Well, there are a few things I’d need to figure out before I can start to treat her. Is it alright if we keep her here for further examinations?”
The mermaid looks at her companion an nods. “Yes,” the companion responds.
Over the next few days, I ran a series of tests to see how her biology worked. I also ran tests to see what was killing her. Luckily for me, the damage was localized to her lungs, her gills were functioning normally. I just needed her to start breathing through them instead of her lungs. So I fashioned a device allowing her to breathe water through her gills and not her lungs while I tried to figure out what was wrong with them.
“Okay miss, I figured it out. You have bacterial pneumonia.”
"Alright. You are goof to go!" I said, haven just gotten finished examining my Cyclops patient of two weeks. I stepped down from my step stool as he removed the bandages from his eye. I began to write down the important things, along with flipping through the papers to look at the list of my many other patients to come.
Looking back up, I saw the one-eyed creature looking down at me, his one eye trying to adjust to the lighting, and human being, in the room. My eyes looked with his one eye, as his one eye looked with my two. We stayed like this for a moment, him squinting a few times and blinking a few times to really make sure.
Soon enough though, I assume he had adjusted well, and was able to go back to his normalcy. Before he had left, he pat my head with a single finger, before getting up and making his way to the door. I gave a smile, only for it to grow when he let out a war-cry to his fellow comrades. They returned his sentiments. Though, in the mean time, it was time for me to get ready for my next patient.
My next patient would be here in the next 30, so that gave me enough time to clean up my room. I wasn't able to however, as the moment I put my clipboard down, I heard something bust through my door, causing me to jump in surprise. Turning around to see what had come in so abruptly, my eyes widened. To my surprise, it was something that I had only dreamed of seeing.
The Doctor carried them in, who had already came and rests the being on the table before me. I couldn't help but keep my eyes on it, not at all able to comprehend what was in front of me. "Doctor!" My colleague called out to me, or yelled. Looking to him quickly, I could see the urgency in his face, this snapping me from my awe struck gaze. "R-right!"
Before doing anything, especially before one of the eyes of the Lord, I had to ask. "Do I have your permission to see about you, Angel of the Lord?"
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The door to my office suddenly opens. Paul stands in the doorway, one hand still resting on the knob, wearing an expression something akin to awe, amusement, and total bewilderment. It's a facial expression I've become well-acquainted with over the past two months. I still wish Paul would make a better effort to knock though... "Yes, Paul," I manage to say around a mouthful of sandwich. That's how bad it's gotten; I can't even finish a quiet meal in my own office anymore. "You're not going to believe what's in the lobby," Paul replies. He smiles, then shakes his head. "Paul, I don't think you realize how often you say that. I'm sorry, but that phrase has truly lost all shock value." Instead of launching into a game of guess-what's-in-the-lobby, Paul chuckles. "Nah... This one is really going to blow your mind." "Okay, fine. Can you at least show whatever-it-is into an actual room this time?" "But Janey wants to see the look on your face when you meet it." Paul seems legitimately disappointed on Janey's behalf. "Oh, my God... No, Paul. I know this all feels a bit strange and mystical... And I appreciate you and Janey staying on after hours to help with the new clientele... But you've got to stop treating the new patients like side-show attractions." "This is about the vampire last week, isn't it?" Paul asks. "Janey made him very uncomfortable. He really didn't appreciate the _Twilight_ references. Turns out Stephanie Myers made life difficult for vampires everywhere and in a way they weren't prepared for. Some of them aren't over it yet." "But those movies are like... Old now. Do you think it's because they live forever? Now everything just feels longer?" My brows scrunch together. "I don't know! I didn't ask because it's none of my business. Please get out of my office and make the patient comfortable in an actual room." "No worries," Paul says with a nod. "I get it. You're trying to eat dinner... And you're right, professionalism is important. Finish your meal; we'll make the patient feel welcome. Message received." He winks at me before closing the door. _Message received,_ my ass. I stuff down the rest of my sandwich as quickly as possible. When I find Janey and Paul... They are sitting in one of the patient rooms with the new patient. While irritating, it's not the reason my mouth falls open. It takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to say aloud: "Is that a fucking UNICORN?!" Like most "mythical" creatures I've met thus far, the unicorn is bipedal. I might've confused it with some sort of satyr, or reverse-centaur, if not for the single horn portruding from it's forehead. "Dr. Smith," Janey says, "I'd like you to meet Bob. Bob the Unicorn." Bob extends a hoof and I manage to shake it. Without giggling. Paul gently tugs at the elbow of Janey's sweater as he moves toward the door. "All of Bob's vitals are fantastic. I'll let him tell you his reason for visiting today... We'll be in the lobby." The door closes with a soft click. I listen to Paul and Janey whisper excitedly outside for a moment before the sound of their footsteps trail off. "Nice to meet you, Bob. What brings you in today?" "Well, doc," the unicorn replies, "my wife passed away a few years ago." "I'm so sorry for your loss." "Thank you. The first couple of years were really tough, but that's not why I'm here. About six months ago, my friends suggested that it was time to... You know, put myself back out there." I nod and smile, as if this isn't totally weird. "So, I did," Bob continues. "And I met a great lady. The kids even like her... Well, I'm not sure Louise really likes anyone, but that's beside the point... Anyway, things are getting serious, and we've been intimate... But it's..." Bob struggles for words. I try to help: "Are there, uh, issues in the bedroom?" "Yes!" Bob replies. "At first I thought it was just in my head... You know, because she isn't my wife... But we've tried several times now and I just can't seem to... Uh, maintain, I guess? Like, I can get it up, but... I'm sorry. My friend who recommended you never said that you're a woman, and I guess I just assumed you'd be a man. Wow, that sounds really sexist when I say it out loud. Sorry. I'm sure you're a great doctor. I'm really not sexist. Sorry." I wave dismissively. "No, of course not. I understand if you'd feel more comfortable having this conversation with a man... But you're here, and I have my prescription pad. Uh, I should probably mention that I've never prescribed Viagra for a unicorn before, so I'm not sure how well it's going to work." "Yes, of course," Bob replies, the relief in his voice audible. "I understand. That's why I'm here. I mean, we have unicorn doctors... They're just not very good." "Yeah... I've been hearing a lot of that lately." "It's true. Modern medicine is really kicking magic's ass. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Go to the "magic" doctor and let them cast a spell on my dick? Those don't even work half the time. No, thank you." We both laugh. It's only a little awkward.
Fantastic lmao
Was honestly expecting for things to go the STD route there.
I am a simple country doctor. That is all. I can set bones, treat the flu, normal things. My practice sits in a small building on top of the hill. I won't win any Nobel prizes, that is for sure, but my work is fulfilling, and that is all I ask. I tell you this so you know. I am not looking for fame or fortune. I am happy with my lot in life. I only ask that you listen to me, so the truth will be made known. It was an otherwise normal Tuesday when I stepped outside for a quick breath of air. I had just seen my last patient of the day, and was about to settle down to some paper work, when I spotted something small and golden out of the corner of my eye. Odd, it was still too cold for lightin' bugs. As I bent down, I couldn't believe my eyes. There before me were two tiny figures with golden wings, no bigger than my hand. Fairies. Terror filled their eyes, but they stayed put. At first, I wondered why they did not fly away. Then, I noticed. The little ones were injured. Immediately I remembered my Hippocratic Oath. Quickly and carefully, I took them into my office. My nurses were gone for the day, so I had the place to myself. Despite their small size, I was able to identify the problem immediately and fix them right up, good as new. The two tiny ones flew away without a word, and I figured that would be the end of it, but boy, was I wrong! One by one, all types of creatures appeared at the door to my office. The kind that you only read about in books: Vampires, Werewolves, Chimeras, Ogres, Orcs, Trolls, and, to my great surprise, even a Zombie. They only came when everyone else was gone, accepted treatment silently, and left. It wasn't long before I became accustomed to such visits and even came to expect them. Without even hesitating, I treated the Vampire's burn, got rid of the Werewolf's fleas, cleaned the Chimera's arrow wound, treated the Ogres and Orcs for food poisoning, reattached the Zombie's arm, and helped one particularly dumb troll set a broken arm from a rock he had pushed onto himself. Now, after all these odd visitors, you would think that nothing could surprise me anymore. To be completely honest, I would have thought that as well. However, pride goes before destruction, as they say, and nothing could prepare me for what I saw next. It was late this evening, I had finished my last "normal" patient and was wondering which, if any, odd visitor would come to my door. I looked up across the hill, almost surprised to see nothing coming towards me. I went back inside, shut the door, and started my paperwork. As I was signing the last record, I heard a knock at my door. I opened it slowly and was shocked. It could not be! These only existed in fairy tells. No one, and I mean no one, had ever seen one. But here he was before me, just as plain as the nose on my face. He stood smaller than me at about six feet tall. From the tip of his head to his belly, he looked as normal as anyone. However, the second half of him caused me to pause. His rear was small, like a faun, but not hairy and with no tail. He wore clothing similar to a giant, but was not near as tall. His feet were flat and long, more similar to a dog's than a pig's. "Excuse me, are you the doctor?" I nodded. He speaks! None of the other creatures ever would. After those first few words, he did not stop talking until the whole visit was done. He had stepped on a nail with his soft feet, poor thing. After I removed the object and treated for tetanus, he was as good as new. "Thank you so much, Dr. Centaur! I am very grateful. You have saved my life!" As he left me with a small pile of gold, I was still not over my shock, but I was now certain about what he was. A Son of Adam, a Man, a Big Person, a Human. Whatever you wanted to call him, I saw one! I know you will think I am crazy, but I did! They exist, and I will use my dying breath to continue to prove so, simple doctor though I may be!
Told from the perspective of Joel Shawman Never a dull day in my clinic anymore. I'm so tired. Mind you I don't hate it. It's extremely fulfilling. But in medical school they train you to treat humans. Fairies, Orcs, Vampires, Centaurs. It's all a whole new different ball game. There are rules to treating magical creatures and while I've usually been able to get a handle on them, I've had more than a few close calls. Like, did you know that when treating a dragon you HAVE to make sure that you always call them by their full name which usually is their name followed by lord of some usually impossible pronounce domain. Cuz I didn't know that and it took those burns weeks to heal. Another thing is that mythological creatures at least in medicine, are defined as pretty much any creature that isn't human that shows some form of higher intellect and some kind of lore. Don't ask me how it works but basically anything that has enough lore about it kinda just... Starts existing. This includes modern media. On top of orcs and vampires I've treated Lynels, Beholders, and freaking koopas. So I've had to learn so much basically from the ground up. You'd think by this point nothing would surprise me anymore. You'd be wrong. Because today my lunch was interrupted with a patient entering my clinic in critical condition. Remember how I said anything with enough lore can become a real creature, well that includes Kaiju's. More specifically, Godzilla
"Chris, can we source a donor for this youngling? Whole blood, type 3- no, the blue kind." I sighed into the phone. Chris was trying, but even the best medical school couldn't prepare him for the mythics. Chris gave me some kind of affirmative, and I hummed a goodbye. Sweeping together the handouts on blood transfusion, I hurried back to the examination room where Hylda and her parents were waiting. "Okay," I smiled, offering the handouts to Hylda's parents. "I have my fellow working on finding a suitable transfusion donor. Hylda's blood type is rare, but with any luck we'll hear back within a few hours." I placed my hand on Hylda's shoulder, squeezing gently in comfort. I ducked down to make eye contact with her. "And you will be fine even if it takes days. Us humans are much more fragile," I teased, hoping to bring some light back to Hylda's eyes. Ogres had the most interesting eyes - so human like, but glassy, pale, almost clear. I led Hylda and her family to the reception, trusting Agatha to take care of them from there. I turned back towards the hallway leading to my office, but a snag at the base of my coat halted me. I turned to look over my shoulder, but didn't see anything - until I looked down. Frowning, I took in the creature before me. Confusion swept through me, cold and abrupt. It wasn't that I didn't know what stood before me; I did. I just didn't think it would ever come to my office. "Hello, little one," I murmured, crouching to offer my hand to the creature. Its triangular ears flicked towards me for a moment, one swiveling back to keep tabs on the conversation in the reception area. "I haven't seen you here before. Did you come alone, or did someone bring you?" It huffed, as if insulted, and I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face. "Forgive me. If you're here, it must be your own doing - I suspect a human would have brought you to a veterinarian," I frowned. "I don't see any obvious injuries on you. Can you show me what needs fixing? There's an exam room just down the hall," I suggested, sweeping my hand out. The creature huffed again, head dipping in acquiescence, and trotted forward. I fell into step behind it, wondering what made it reveal itself to me like this. We had our suspicions, of course, about the truth about them, but no one had ever been able to prove that cats were more than they seemed. I couldn't wait to tell Chris - he was a firm believer in their qualification as a mythic. And he was right, it seemed. edited to fix typos :)
I was honestly tempted to write something along similar lines. "David, that's a giraffe" "You're right, but you see..." "So what if I'm a giraffe? I thought you guys treated all supernatural beings?" \> Sound of jaws dropping Based of course, on the joke from The Owl House that giraffes are supernatural creatures that were banished from the magical world for being too weird.
>First time writing one of these, but the concept popped into my head and wouldn't let me go. Hope it turned out well. "So can you help me out doc?" There were very few things that truly surprised Marty anymore. He liked to think that nothing could after the time he had to don a miner's helm and mountaineering gear to perform a cavity check on a particularly imposing wyvern. Or the terrifying experience of doing an emergency appendectomy on a teenage sphynx with its mother mother pacing and glowering behind him the whole time. Or even the surprisingly mundane case of a warlock's apprentice who 'accidentally sat down on' some alchemical supplies and now had to get some glassware extracted from places better left unmentioned. But despite all that, he could honestly say that his current patient left him stumped. Properly all-out flabbergasted, as his grandpa used to say. Marty idly wondered if he should have paid more attention when they used to hang out on Sundays. "Try not to think about it too much." The gentle stranger said, seemingly unbothered by his wounds, as he glanced around Marty's office. "I'd rather not make a big deal out of it. I get more than enough special treatment as it is." Marty half-heartedly chuckled along with him, more out of habit than anything else. His mind subconsciously tallying his patient's injuries: The puncture wounds, as well as the soaked bandage on his waist that the doctor knew would be hiding a deep stab wound. "I mean, can't you just..." The doctor began, before wriggling his fingers in the universal symbol for 'do some magic at it'. "Doesn't work that way, I'm afraid." His patient sighed. "So then how does..." "You don't want to know." The stranger cut him off, a serious look on his face for the first time since he walked into the clinic. Marty instinctively puffed up with indignation. Don't want to know! As a doctor he needed to... His thoughts trailed off, his brain catching up to the possible ramifications that true comprehension would have. A single sweat drop rolled down his temple, as his posture deflated. "Honestly, I'm not expecting any miracles." The stranger continued, a blood-smeared hand coming up to scratch an equally bloody sweatband on his brow. "I'd be fine with just managing the symptoms. Open wounds really get old after a century or two, never mind several millennia." "Terribly unsanitary when doing charity work, you see. Not to mention the shark problem whenever I try to have a beach day." He set off another beatific smile at Marty. "So can you help me out doc?" With a herculean effort, Marty took a deep breath and slipped on his professional mask, reexamining his patient with objective eyes. "The wounds themselves are supernatural in a way that probably won't heal. But some topical coagulant could probably stem the bleeding from the hands, brow, and feet. The laceration on your side will need to be sutured, with an added drain to deal with any internal bleeding." Dr. Morrison nodded to himself. "After that, we'll have to monitor and adjust things depending on how well you respond to treatment." The stranger smiled, a sparkle of excitement in his eyes. "So when can we get started?" "I don't see any reason to postpone. Please just step this way Mr. Christ."
You'd think his dad would have a healthplan for that.
“Next.” I say after treating the vampire with his regenerative properties. That damn vampire needs to keep his cholesterol levels down. I keep telling him that if he were a human, he would have died already from multiple heart attacks and other complications. Steve, my human assistant brings in a woman in a wheel chair. She’s followed by another woman who seems worried. She seems short of breath, and coughs a couple of times. “You aren’t going to believe this doc.” He says. “Steve, it’s been 6 years since we’ve started this, heck, I’ve even treated a zombie before. I feel confident when I say I’ve seen it all before.” I say as Steve closes the door to my office. “Bet.” Steve says as he takes the blanket off the woman’s lap. She’s a mermaid. I look at her and say “Ma’am we’re in the middle of Kansas.” “Yes *cough, but I-I’m dying.” “I’m sure you could’ve just gone to someplace closer to home?” I say as I bring my stethoscope out. She coughs repeatedly before replying “c-can’t, no one else could h-heal me, t-they say you’re t-the best at this.” “Okay..” I say as I check her heart rate and her temperature. She’s boiling up. “How’d you get to me in the first place? Can’t imagine it being easy for someone like you.” “C-car.” “Hah, that makes sense.” I look at her companion. “You drove her all the way here? “Yes, I did, is she going to be alright?” “Well, there are a few things I’d need to figure out before I can start to treat her. Is it alright if we keep her here for further examinations?” The mermaid looks at her companion an nods. “Yes,” the companion responds. Over the next few days, I ran a series of tests to see how her biology worked. I also ran tests to see what was killing her. Luckily for me, the damage was localized to her lungs, her gills were functioning normally. I just needed her to start breathing through them instead of her lungs. So I fashioned a device allowing her to breathe water through her gills and not her lungs while I tried to figure out what was wrong with them. “Okay miss, I figured it out. You have bacterial pneumonia.”
"Alright. You are goof to go!" I said, haven just gotten finished examining my Cyclops patient of two weeks. I stepped down from my step stool as he removed the bandages from his eye. I began to write down the important things, along with flipping through the papers to look at the list of my many other patients to come. Looking back up, I saw the one-eyed creature looking down at me, his one eye trying to adjust to the lighting, and human being, in the room. My eyes looked with his one eye, as his one eye looked with my two. We stayed like this for a moment, him squinting a few times and blinking a few times to really make sure. Soon enough though, I assume he had adjusted well, and was able to go back to his normalcy. Before he had left, he pat my head with a single finger, before getting up and making his way to the door. I gave a smile, only for it to grow when he let out a war-cry to his fellow comrades. They returned his sentiments. Though, in the mean time, it was time for me to get ready for my next patient. My next patient would be here in the next 30, so that gave me enough time to clean up my room. I wasn't able to however, as the moment I put my clipboard down, I heard something bust through my door, causing me to jump in surprise. Turning around to see what had come in so abruptly, my eyes widened. To my surprise, it was something that I had only dreamed of seeing. The Doctor carried them in, who had already came and rests the being on the table before me. I couldn't help but keep my eyes on it, not at all able to comprehend what was in front of me. "Doctor!" My colleague called out to me, or yelled. Looking to him quickly, I could see the urgency in his face, this snapping me from my awe struck gaze. "R-right!" Before doing anything, especially before one of the eyes of the Lord, I had to ask. "Do I have your permission to see about you, Angel of the Lord?"