“Right on schedule, Mr. Dugan,” the barista said. “Your usual?”
“Are you having a bad day, Mr. Dugan?” Barry asked.
“Yeah,” Dugan answered. “I seemed to have developed this rash on my left arm. Do you want to see it?”
Barry didn’t really want to see the rash, but Dugan was one of his regular customers and always left him a generous tip. “Sure,” he said.
Dugan rolled up his shirt sleeve and held out his arm for Barry to see. “I think you should go see a doctor about that, Mr. Dugan,” Barry said. “That looks pretty nasty. And it may be contagious.”
“Do you think so, Barry?” Dugan said.
The woman standing in line behind Dugan chimed in. “Excuse me, sir,” she said. “I’m a registered nurse and I don’t mean to generate even more concerns, but that rash looks very serious. Have you been out of the country recently?”
“Actually, I was in Venezuela a few weeks back,” Dugan said. “Why?”
She pulled her iPhone out of her purse and turned on flashlight to better illuminate the rash on his arm. Then she went to her iPhone’s photos folder, and opened up a picture that she showed to Dugan.
“Wow, that looks a lot like the rash I have,” Dugan said.
“I took that picture of a patient who came to the ER last week. It’s an early-stage rash due to a flesh-eating bacteria that he picked up in South America,” the nurse said. “Do you want to see a picture of what it will look like in a few days if you don’t get immediate treatment?”
Dugan told Barry to cancel his coffee order, looked at the nurse, and asked where the nearest emergency room was located.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (schedule), Ragtag Daily Prompt (coffee), Word of the Day Challenge (rash), Your Daily Word Prompt (illuminate), Scotts Daily Prompt (premium), and Daily Addictions (generate)