Powers of Ten #6

Iatronudia

Ella bit her lip and felt her humors bubble, as she waited for the nurse to call her name. She looked at the clock. Her knee ferked up and down with anticipatory neurosis, and the grey room was still. Quietly, the black nurse behind the counter gabbed at the gum in her mouth as she typed in the doctor's schedule for the following week. Her coarse hair was tied back in a bun. She wore confetti splattered rainbow murder attire and a silver bracelet that jigged with her wrist.

Dr. Vinceton, meanwhile, was scrubbing the inside of an ear four rooms away. Concentrated deeply on the cavernous ear of a nine year old girl, the doctor probed in and out, squinting into his opuscule project. He clenched his jaw, and the mother feasted her eyes on his immaculate form. "Done," he said. "Everything is fine. Sponge the ear with a warm Q-tip three times a day for one week, and it will feel like a new ear." The girl's mother almost fainted when he spoke, for he came close to discovering her lascivious gaze.

Ella was nervous, she had never done anything like this before. The nurse stepped into the waiting room. "Ella... the doctor will see you now..." The lectual girl let out a suspicious cough, and made her way into the second waiting room, where finally she would get to the bottom of the ailment that had kept her from dancing as of late.