Padawan Tencoer stumbled into the Emergency Room of the Jedi Hospital. Stopping at the nurse’s station he gasped, “You have to help me.”
The nurse, an older woman with a hairdo the size and shape of an Zeqwinly ant colony, did not even look up from her magazine, “Which limb was cut off?”
The nurse took a deep breath, expelled it slowly out of her nose, and pausing after each word asked again, “Which limb was cut off?”
A cough brought Tencoer’s attention to the two padawans and Master Jimpoo sitting in the little waiting room on his left. One of the padawans was missing his left leg below the knee, and the other was missing her left hand. Master Jimpoo had lost both of his arms from below the elbow, and was Forcing a pen to fill out the insurance paperwork.
Tencoer looked back at the nurse and said, “Ah, none.”
She turned a page, “Then why are you here?”
“I’m sick. I think I got food poisoning from the goulash in the cafeteria.”
The nurse finally looked up. “What?” She stood and looked over the counter, checking to see that he did have all of his limbs. She then hit a button on her desk. Klaxons sounded throughout the building, and in a few seconds a doctor and orderly were standing by the nurse.
The doctor, still holding his putter, asked, “Nurse Stalch, what is the meaning of this?”
She shut off the alarm and pointing at Tencoer, “This padawan is sick, possibly food poisoning.”
“From the goulash,” Tencoer added.
The doctor set his putter on the nurse’s station and turned to the orderly, “Don’t just stand there man, get a wheelchair.”
When the orderly returned shortly with the wheelchair, he, the doctor, and Stalch helped Tencoer into it. As the orderly started pushing Tencoer towards the Emergency Room, the doctor turned to Stalch and said, “Watch my putter,” then followed his patient.
Stalch sat back down and found her place in her magazine. Seconds later Master Jimpoo stood before her. He read her name tag and said, “Nurse Stalch I must protest. These Padawans,” he pointed at the two in the waiting room with the stump of his left arm, “and I have been waiting for over an hour, while that Padawan,” he pointed after Tencoer with the stump of his right arm, “was rushed right in.”
As she turned a page she replied, “He was sick.”
Jimpoo held up his stumps, “This isn’t a case of the sniffles.”
Slamming her magazine down, Nurse Stalch stood and glared at the Jedi Master. “Master Jimpoo, you should know that almost half of the Jedi budget is spent on artificial limbs. Perhaps if you and those padawans would suffer for a while, you would be more careful with your lightsabers in the future.” With a “So there” nod she sat back down and picked up her magazine.
Jimpoo glanced at the padawans, then pointed his right stump at Nurse Stalch’s forehead. Moving his stump ever so slightly, he said, “The doctor will see us now.”
Looking up from her magazine Nurse Stalch replied in a soft monotone, “The doctor will see you…” switching to her normal tone she continued, “…when he is ready to see you and not a moment sooner, and if you try that again you’ll be missing all your limbs.” She turned her chair away from Jimpoo and went back to her magazine.
Jimpoo returned to his seat with a frown. He looked back and forth between the padawans and the nurse. Finally, addressing the padawan only missing a hand, he said, “Padawan Vanan.”
“Yes Master Jimpoo?”
“Go to the cafeteria. See if they still have any of the goulash.”