Hercules and the Modern Girl

World's First Doctor - Part 2

World's First Doctor - Part 2

Back in the hospital, Hippocrates exited the doctor's office, leading a Cyclops to the exit. "Now, you keep that clean at all times. We don't want to risk another middle eye infection."

"Okay, Doc," Cyclops said as he left the hospital. "See ya around."

Hippocrates returned to the doctor's office, unaware of two patients watching him from their seats. These patients didn't come for a check-up but to take care of Hippocrates for their boss. With the miracle worker out of the way, Hades's business will go up again.

"That's the guy the boss wants us to knock off," Panic whispered to Pain. "Let's get him."

"We can't!" Pain grabbed his companion's arm in protest. "It's not our turn yet."

"Next, Mr. Smith," Icarus was behind the counter, calling out a patient on his waiting list. "Mr. John Smith... Nope. Anyone?"

"That's us!" The imps hopped off their seats, about to walk through the double doors.

"Coming through!" The imps whirled to see Hercules carrying a patient whose head was stuck in a vase. "Don't worry, sir. You'll feel better in no time!" Hercules ran through the double doors, causing the fragile vase to break.

"OW!" The patient yelped in pain.

"Ooh, sorry about that," Hercules apologized.

"Hey!" Panic complained, glaring at Icarus for answers, "How come he got to go ahead of us?! We were here first!"

"Oh, that man was an emergency case, my impatient, little patients," Icarus explained.

The imps looked at each other and smirked, "Emergency."

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Back in the doctor's office, Hippocrates intently read through his clipboard. "Hmmm... mmmhmm... hm..." he raised a brow at his new set of patients sitting on the hospital table, "a rowing accident, eh?"

The imps acted all woozy and ill, having an oar stuck through their bodies.

"We both feel so... silly!" Panic cried.

"I've seen worse," Hippocrates grumbled, turning away from the imps, unknowingly allowing them to kill him from behind. The imps became snakes, ready to sink their fangs in Hippocrates' flesh.

Much to their dismay, Hercules opened the door, slamming them against the wall.

"Doctor, come quickly!" Hercules cried in panic. "There's a patient in the ER with a sniffling nose!"

Hippocrates's eyes grew wide in fear, "Great Zeus! Prep a crash cart stat! This is code blue! I repeat, code blue!" He and Hercules rushed out the door, closing it behind them. While in snake form, the imps' bodies were stuck to the wall; this time, they required medical care.

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The imps were resting on two hospital beds, feeling great. They never had so much attention and special treatment in a long time.

Pain was sucking his cherry pop, "I have never felt so soothed."

Panic slurped his mug, "I've forgotten why we even came here."

Then two blue, spider-like hands came out of the floor, grabbing the imps by the necks before dragging them down under.

"Could it possibly have been..." it didn't take time for the imps to realize they were back in the underworld, face-to-face with Hades's heating rage, "kill the doctor, you idiots!" Hades paused his anger, staring at the pot of suckers, Pain was holding, "What is that? Cherry?" His hand vaporized into smoke, grabbing one pop for himself, "Gimme a taste of that."