Dr. Pickens wheels himself around on a his wheeled chair, scooting over to his newest patient with a smile on his face. Held aloft, to his newest patient, was a bright green lolly. One of those super cheap lime flavored suckies you’d get at any doctor’s office or bank. You know, one of those weird ones with a double-braided stick.
“Dank yew nice mistuh. Fwuffy mummah am suuuu happeh tu meechu.” She said. One of those alleyway fluffies. You the sort: Shit covered ass, bad colors, ready to pop at any moment.
Lolly crammed into her mouth, she sucked on it happily. Dr. Pickens smiled to her. He was an aged genetleman. Grey hair, a kind but happy face, breath smelling like garlic.
“We’re so fortunate in this community to have people looking after innocent little fluffies like you.Are you happy to have babies?” Pickens asked, walking over to one of his countertops. A tiny Charlie Brown Christmas tree sat up there, decorated well. Lots of ornaments from his long-term patients. More importantly? A string of lights.
His patient yammered on as he expected her to, never turning her head. “Yis! Lizzy am suuuuu eggcited to hab babbehs!”
Unwinding the lights from his tree, he held them in his hand. A short length of classic colors, but not the huge bulbs. Middle-grounds. It was important in all walks of life. Lizzy was still babbling. On and on. Arthritic, trembling fingers snagged up a length of evergreen hued cord.
“An, babbehs wiww gu to space. Babbehs become pwesident. Babbehs…HRRKKK!” Lizzy felt the Christmas lights snug up against her throat. Was snugged up back against Dr. Picken’s chest. Teeth chomping down uselessly on the lolly her mouth, she tried to look up to her attacker. Couldn’t. Bright rainbow lights flashed in her eyes.
“Nuhh…hrrkkk…” The pressure against her throat caused her to try and throw up. Bile and half digested kibble got caught in her throat.
Finally, she was allowed to look at who was doing such a horrible thing. Dr. Pickens. She coughed and gagged against, more vomit meeting what was a pipe that couldn’t be cleared.
Bladder and bowels voiding, Lizzy couldn’t think of much more than the mess she was making. Even above the pain. She wasn’t a bad fluffy. Was she?
Dr. Picken’s scowled with distaste. “Making a mess? You disgusting thing.” Well. There went that small flicker of hope. There was a pain in her tummy place, Lizzy making her tummy babbehs come out early.
Perkins his grip of the Christmas lights come off only slightly to let her say it. Even through her greatest pain, she would. It was inevitable.
“T-Tummy babbehs!” She rasped out, wanting to feed them to make them all better. They resembled little pink beans.
Lifting up a foot fitted with a brown Hush Puppies loafer, Picken’s let it sink down on one of her babies. Not even a crunch. No skeletal structure there. Before she could even make a further screech, Picken’s drove the Christmas light strand back against her throat.
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Lizzy and her babbehs were resting in a pink garbage bag. Picken’s thought they always looked quite garish, but they smelled nice: Lilac.
“Hello, Cocoa.” He cooed to a long-time patient. The old mare stared up to him, smiled with less teeth than she’d last seen him with.
Picken’s smiled so kindly. “Been eating too much candy, haven’t you?” He asked her, lifting her up to the examination table.
Cocoa babbled. Picken’s smiled. Feet away was the fluffy he’d dealt with.