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Truth Trumps Lying
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Notes: Written for 365 Drabbles, Prompt - Everybody Lies
Buffy rolled her eyes at the doctor in front of her. All she'd wanted was to get her arm set, and if she'd been anywhere near the Slayer house, of if there'd been anyone available that she'd trusted, then she sure as hell wouldn't have been here. Here, of course, being Princeton Plainsborough Teaching Hospital's free clinic.
The doctor was a pig.
First, he'd try to look down her top. The only reason he was still standing was the fact that he used a cane to walk with, and she wasn't quite up to assaulting the invalid. That point was getting closer every moment she remained in his presence, though. Then he'd come up with the oh, so brilliant comment that everybody lies. Well, duh. It was practically a job requirement for her. 'Cause she could really tell the general public that the thing that attacked them was a vampire/demon/insert nasty of the week here. 'Cause that always went down so well.
“So how did you break your arm?” the doctor asked, with more than a smidgen of smug superiority in his voice.
Buffy looked at him, and decided to tell him the bald, uncensored truth. “I was fighting with a serparvo demon, and the only way to kill those is by drowning, so I had to fight it over to a fountain, which was, like, twenty feet away, and those things are tough, I can tell you that. It's dead, so no probs there, but,” she gestured to her arm, “he managed to get some good hits in.”
The doctor looked at her, eyes wide. “A what?” he demanded. “No, wait, I don't need you to do that again. For a whopper like that, you get a lollipop, and pink cast. How's that?”
Buffy gave him a look. “Oh, thank you, heroic doctor person.” Oh, well, if you're going to be accused up front of lying, you might as well make it a good one. And the truth always trumped a lie. Not to mention the mauling she was going to give the bed when he set her arm. Buffy smiled to herself. Let him explain that one away.
Notes: Written for 365 Drabbles, Prompt - Everybody Lies
Buffy rolled her eyes at the doctor in front of her. All she'd wanted was to get her arm set, and if she'd been anywhere near the Slayer house, of if there'd been anyone available that she'd trusted, then she sure as hell wouldn't have been here. Here, of course, being Princeton Plainsborough Teaching Hospital's free clinic.
The doctor was a pig.
First, he'd try to look down her top. The only reason he was still standing was the fact that he used a cane to walk with, and she wasn't quite up to assaulting the invalid. That point was getting closer every moment she remained in his presence, though. Then he'd come up with the oh, so brilliant comment that everybody lies. Well, duh. It was practically a job requirement for her. 'Cause she could really tell the general public that the thing that attacked them was a vampire/demon/insert nasty of the week here. 'Cause that always went down so well.
“So how did you break your arm?” the doctor asked, with more than a smidgen of smug superiority in his voice.
Buffy looked at him, and decided to tell him the bald, uncensored truth. “I was fighting with a serparvo demon, and the only way to kill those is by drowning, so I had to fight it over to a fountain, which was, like, twenty feet away, and those things are tough, I can tell you that. It's dead, so no probs there, but,” she gestured to her arm, “he managed to get some good hits in.”
The doctor looked at her, eyes wide. “A what?” he demanded. “No, wait, I don't need you to do that again. For a whopper like that, you get a lollipop, and pink cast. How's that?”
Buffy gave him a look. “Oh, thank you, heroic doctor person.” Oh, well, if you're going to be accused up front of lying, you might as well make it a good one. And the truth always trumped a lie. Not to mention the mauling she was going to give the bed when he set her arm. Buffy smiled to herself. Let him explain that one away.