Debbie tried her best to hide her smile. She couldn’t think of anyone better to test out her shrink ray on the her PCT, Irina. The poor girl had no idea of the terrifying trip that was in store for her. But, she’s relatively new here, Debbie thought to herself. This would be a great way to see if she can make it seeing some of the disgusting stuff she’s encounter as a nurse.
“Irina can you close the door please?” Debbie asked. Irina complied and went back to typing up notes.
“So Mr. and Mrs. Greston, we have a bit of a new piece of technology. This will allow us to get up close and personal to the problem and diagnosis it. It can be a very accurate way of seeing what is wrong, and in your case, what is causing your tummy ache, Abbey..” Abbey just nodded, she was ready for this pain to be over.
Meanwhile, Irina turned her head to Debbie and mouthed the words, “what’s that?” She was totally oblivious to what Debbie was talking about.
Debbie reaches into her scrubs and pulled out a strange device. “This is essentially a shrink ray,” she said. Abbey, her parents, and Irina had confused looks on their faces but did not say anything. “Watch.” Without any further warning, Debbie aimed the shrink ray and fired at Irina. Within seconds, Irina dwindled down in size to a 1/2 centimeter tall.
Mr. and Mrs. Greston both leaned forward in their chairs, eyes widened starring at the minuscule PCT on the floor. Abbey sat up in the bed. “Whoa!” she yelled. Debbie meanwhile, bent down and picked up the struggling PCT between two fingers.
“So, we can properly diagnose you by sending a miniaturized person to the afflicted area, in this case, your tummy.” She turned her attention to Irina and smiled.
Irina started to scream and freak out. “You can’t do this to me!” she yelled as Debbie brought her up to her ear.
“Of course I can, you’re already tiny,” she laughed. “Consider this training, it’ll be the grossest thing you’ll ever experience as a nurse. If you can handle this, you can handle anything,” and began to walk towards Madeline.
“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Irina screamed, causing Debbie to raise her back up to her ear. “I quit, I don’t want to work here anymore!”
Debbie simply looked back down and frowned. “Sorry but we need a two weeks notice for that. You’re still on the hook Irina.”
Irina was panicking. She was desperate to find a way to not be swallowed by this massive eight year old girl. “Please don’t let her do this!” she screamed to Abbey’s parents, hoping they would spare her.
Debbie smiled and turned to the family. “Well she really doesn’t want to go down there, but it might help. The choice is yours.”
Much to Irina’s horror, Morgan spoke up for her daughter. “Listen Irina, just do your job,” she scolded. “My daughter is in the hospital and sick. It’s your job to make her better.” She followed that up with a threat. “Now get in there or I’ll eat you myself.”
Irina was in tears at hearing this. She just stood there on Debbies finger, helpless. Even Debbie was a little nervous upon hearing this.
She turned her attention to Abbey and smiled. “Alright Abbey, sit up and stick out your tongue.” She then turned her attention back to Irina. “Okay Irina, keep your phone on you so we can communicate. We’ll let you out and grow you back as soon as you’re done in there.”
Irina watched in terror as she was brought closer and closer to Abbeys giant mouth. She could see a glint in Abbey’s eyes that horrified her. “She looks yummy!” Abbey laughed.
“Oh my god! Nooooo!” Irina yelled as Debbie waited for her to hop of her finger onto Abbey’s tongue.
“Well Irina, are you ready?” Debbie asked sternly.
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