Dr. Deed sat across from me in my cell, and I couldn’t remember if I wanted him there or not.
“The blood. The funny man with the, the…” I snapped my fingers, trying to make the word come out, but it was either hiding or it just wasn’t there.
I sighed, “He has teeth.”
“That’s right,” said the doctor, “He has sharp fangs.”
“Fangles?” I asked, curious.
The doctor pointed to his teeth. He had a large tongue.
“Can you remember Count Dracula?” he continued, trying to lead me to the right word.
“I don’t remember him,” I replied, honestly. “I mean, I didn’t see him anywhere.”
“He’s not real,” replied the Doctor, “He’s fictional. Make believe.”
“I see,” I said, losing interest.
The doctor wrote something on a clipboard that was sitting lazily in his lap.
“Why do you have that?” I said, pointing nervously to it.
“It helps me remember,” he explained.
“Who do you get to meet?” I wondered.
“Important people. People like you.”
I looked up at the ceiling, curious to know if I had fangles.
Doctor Deed looked at his watch. He looked like he was a bored man. A very bored man, indeed.
“Who else do you have to see today?” I asked, trying to show some interest.
He smiled, “You are my last patient.”
“I am the first patient,” I corrected him.
“How do you know?” he laughed at me, thinking he was so funny.
I sighed, “Because I am the first person to show you any patience today.”
He smiled again, and stood up from his chair. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see him again or not.
“Very good,” he said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I can’t guarantee that,” I said, shaking my head, “And neither can you.”
“True,” he replied, opening my door.
As he moved out into the hallway, I suddenly felt alive.
“Oh, oh!” I shouted, “It’s a cat! A vampire cat! They go bang in the night.”