Brosie is Put On The Spot

First day at his new job and Ambrose is consistently busy, what with cleaning those bedpans, plus his 'at work' training schedule. He heads off to work in his pink scrubs, not knowing how the day will proceed, or what kind of outcome/adventure he'll have.




One thing for certain, there's never a dull moment at all.

He was that busy however, that he'd managed to work through his lunch hour, so, by the time he'd finished his shift, he was feeling mighty hungry. Word had it, there was an eating contest at the bistro, so, as it was just up the road, rather than bother Ginny with cooking anything (and not fancying another day of leftover birthday cake) he decided to pop in and try out the challenge.

Sadly, he failed miserably.
However, what happened next, literally put him on the spot and forced him to use everything he'd learned through his rigorous medical training.

As he walked out of the bistro, a young punk girl in an eyecatching striped outfit, suddenly complained about feeling ill. There were plenty of other medical staff there, but Brosie was the first one to act upon this girl's distress.




He scrutinized her face for signs of a rash or anything else.
Nada, nothing.

"Have you eaten anything you shouldn't?"




"Um, no, not as far as I..."

He ignored her as he whipped out a funny whirly thing and pointed it at her. She was taken by surprise.

"Just give me a minute to check you over with this thing."




"Er...."




"Nothing there, are you sure you're not allergic to anything?"

"Not as far as..... hey!!!"




He then brought forward a portable x-ray machine and hovered it near her body, peering at the screen as she held her breath.

"Just hold still there, and I'll get your vitals up on the screen."

He swept it slowly up and down, and repeated again, just to make sure.



"Nothing there either, no blockages. The only thing I can offer you is that you've been to the eating contest and eaten far too much. As well as something that's disagreed with you."

"Ah okay. So I can go then?"

"Not yet."

"Huh?"

"Just to make sure, I'm going to give you an anti-vomiting injection, that'll take down some of the discomfort a little."

"Hey!!"

He whipped out a humungous hypodermic needle and jabbed her in the arm before she had the chance to make a run for it. Her face was priceless!!!!





In the end, she thanked him for being there at that precise moment and gave her an on the spot diagnosis.

"Any time," he said quietly, "just be careful what you eat next time, and try not to stuff yourself silly at these places."




And all through this, with a crowd watching his every move, Ambrose dealt with the problem with a cool, calm head.

I can see this guy going places any time soon!!!