“Sir, tobacco use is not permitted in this facility,” the nurse said, pointing to the sign.
“But the building is empty,” Clyde said.
“Au contraire, sir,” the nurse said. “We have some patients in the adjoining ward who have pneumonia and are using oxygen, which is very flammable.”
Clyde took a long drag on his cigarette and exhaled the smoke directly into the nurse’s face. “Is that a fact?” He said sarcastically. “Well, let me cogitate on this a bit more.” Then Clyde once again took a deep drag and blew the smoke in the nurse’s face.
A few hours later Clyde woke up. He was lying in a hospital bed, one leg in a cast and elevated off the bed. Standing next to him was the nurse. “Where the hell am I?” Clyde asked, as pain shot from his leg and up his spine.
“You’re in the hospital in a bed with your leg, which is broken in two places, in traction,” the nurse said. “And I have some advice for you, Clyde. In the future, you should make sure the person in whose face you blow your cigarette smoke does not have a black belt in karate.
Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (tobacco), The Daily Spur (empty), Ragtag Daily Prompt (pneumonia), Your Daily Word Prompt (cogitate), and MMA Storytime (traction).