OOM - Dr. Ludwig

Pam had no other option: she had to call in Dr. Patricia Ludwig.

Being an elder dwarf among vampires and werewolves and the like, Dr. Ludwig was no fan of any of them, but she had the skill and the knowledge and probably most importantly, the chutzpah, to treat them whenever some otherwise untreatable ailment ailed them. She was well-known and trusted in their circles, and also helped to heal their associated humans, no questions asked.

And she didn't take any shit from anyone.

(She did take cash or credit.)

Pam explained her condition to the doctor over the phone. About an hour later, Dr. Ludwig arrived at Fangtasia, dressed in her little scrubs and all, hobbling slightly and carrying a medical bag along with something that looked like a long roll of brown plastic film. After assessing Pam in person, she instructed her to strip and lie down.

Pam griped at her coarse attitude, but did as she was told, because this was important.

She rolled her hair up in a towel and carefully laid herself out on a cushioned examining table. (What? Eric kept one at the club.)

Dr. Ludwig then covered her, face to toes, in that plastic film, like an all-over body wrap. It was coated with something sticky and smelly. It tingled medicinally when it settled on Pam's skin. Dr. Ludwig then set a timer on her watch, and they waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Pam couldn't bitch at her about how long this was taking because the film completely covered her mouth.

Finally, Dr. Ludwig's watch beeped.

"And time," she announced, turning to Pam and leaning over her. With her gloved fingers, she firmly grasped a corner of the film covering Pam's face. "This'll sting a bit."

And then she ripped that fucker right off.

Pam screamed, her fangs dropping in rage and pain as her skin came off with the film, leaving the red flesh exposed.

"You fucking cunt!" she shrieked. "I'm gonna shove my fist up your ass and use you a hand warmer!"

Dr. Ludwig remained unmoved. And she tore off the film covering Pam's right arm.

She screamed again.

"Shush!" Dr. Ludwig tutted. "You're not helping."

Pam glared at her. "Please shut the fuck up and fix me."

"Oh, I can't fix ya, honey," she said quite straightforwardly. "I'm not a witch. I can't undo curses. Best I can do is remove the outside rot. You're still decomposing on the inside."

"Then what the hell am I paying you for?!"

"I can make you look pretty again." Dr. Ludwig paused. "Or at least what you looked like before, whatever you call that."

Pam sighed. She would've rolled her eyes except she wasn't sure if they'd stay in their sockets.

Dr. Ludwig opened a case that contained several large hypodermic syringes. "This'll speed the healing," she said, picking one up and flicking the glass cylinder with her fingertip. "One in each buttock, one in each arm, one in each temple. Six shots, four times a day."

Pam stared wide-eyed at her. What the fuck.

"For how long?" she asked.

"Forever."

There were few things that felt like a sucker punch to the gut to Pam. This was one of them.

"For-- forever?" she whimpered.

Dr. Ludwig nodded. "I can get you a bulk discount on the shots," she said helpfully.

Pam exhaled a whine that sounded like a dying breath. And she braced herself for the first round of injections.

It was either this, or die ugly.


[Dialogue taken from True Blood S4E7.]