The doctor thought it was a joke. Her nurse must be sore about the paisley scrubs. Then the plant spoke.
"Hey Doc! Aren't you gonna take my temperature?"
Taken aback, Dr. Flores choked, "Yes, yes -- open wide." The plant stretched a pod; the doctor inserted the thermometer. The plant swallowed.
"Why are you here?" Dr. Flores gasped.
"Well, Doc, I've been feeling run down, wilty. The tree surgeon was stumped and sent me to you."
"Ah," she said. "Let's start with labs then."
The phlebotomist brought in a tray. The plant checked his tag and said, "Bleed me, Seymour."
"Hey Doc! Aren't you gonna take my temperature?"
Taken aback, Dr. Flores choked, "Yes, yes -- open wide." The plant stretched a pod; the doctor inserted the thermometer. The plant swallowed.
"Why are you here?" Dr. Flores gasped.
"Well, Doc, I've been feeling run down, wilty. The tree surgeon was stumped and sent me to you."
"Ah," she said. "Let's start with labs then."
The phlebotomist brought in a tray. The plant checked his tag and said, "Bleed me, Seymour."
