When, at the end of the day, the remaining patients in the hall were hung up on racks so that the night cleaning lady could sweep up the floors, there was a sudden simultaneous power outage, which caused an uproar. The doctor came tumbling out of the examining room in a tidal spill of stethoscopes and thermometers, splitting his cheek open as he slipped on and crashed into the wet floor. When the emergency lights came on, the doctor’s little pool of blood looked really very much like a black pond, pooling around him in a glistening glow, which sparked cynical laughter from the hanging patients. The old cleaning lady sidled up next to him with her mop. “Doctor,” she explained slowly, in a motherly tone.”There’s a reason why we have hanging racks at the end of the day. And now look what you’ve done; I’ve got twice the work to do here, which means the patients will be hanging up there for twice as long. Now how’s that supposed to help things work smoothly around here?” Flustered, the bleeding doctor tried as best he could to mop up some of the blood from his cheek with his smock. The sound of fingernails running across a blackboard emanated from the black pond, and everyone in the hall shivered. The cleaning lady bent down to grasp the smock from the doctor, as well as the tooth he’d just picked up, which had caused the antagonizing scraping sound on the floor. “Doctor, you really are a mess, aren’t you?” The hanging patients busied themselves with quiet laughter.
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