Doctor Quim leaned over the gaping chest wound, her long blonde hair tumbling over her shoulder and really getting in the way. "SPONGE" she snapped at her loyal surgical sidekick, Stento.
"What's a sponge?" asked Stento.
"I need something to absorb the red stuff!" Dr. Quim said urgently, and s3xily.
"Here, have this historically appropriate clean rag." said Stento, rolling her beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
Dr. Quim dabbed ineffectually at the red stuff, but it was for naught. Her patient died, because open heart surgery is not possible in the early 19th century. Dr. Quim leaned back, and sighed.
"I tried my sexy best."
"Maybe you shouldn't have tried. He only had the flu." observed Stento.
"No! Nothing ventured nothing gained, Stento. That's something I want you to learn from me, as your mentor and sexy doctor lady."
Stento remained silent. Dr. Quim took this to mean that Stento was contemplating Dr. Quim's wisdom, or was perhaps being all spiritual like Stento's people often were. Stento was actually contemplating the morality of killing Dr. Quim, and was doing a head count of how many patients Dr. Quim might kill versus how many she might save if properly controlled. It was giving Stento a headache.
"Stento, I have blood in my hair and today has been a beast of a day. Please deal with this man's grieving family. I'm going out to the hot springs to wash my hair, soothe away my aching neck pains and to make complete notes on my attempted surgery. When you're done with the family, please bring me a brandy and some fresh linen to dry my sexy body with. And notify my sometimes enemy, sometimes lover Cowboy Garth to meet me in the hot springs. I have some arguing to do."
Dr. Quim strode out of the make shift surgery, leaving a thick goopy bloody trail on the floor with her long skirts. Stento reflected that the positive side of this was that it wouldn't be hard to figure out which hot spring Dr. Quim was in, but on the other hand, the townsfolk were going to be scared sh1tless. A third thought occurred to Stento - the townsfolk should be scared.
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