Radiology – by Andres Fragoso, Jr

(c) 2015, Andres Fragoso, Jr

Franklin sits on the table in the examination room.

“I’m Dr. Rontgen.” Dr. Rontgen stood up and fixed his stethoscope on Franklin to hear his heart beat. “What seems to be the problem?”

“I think I’m having a heart attack.”

“What makes you say that?”

“My chest hurts, my arm goes numb, I can’t breathe and I can’t move. I almost had a car accident driving here.”

“Wow. What do you do for a living?” Dr. Rontgen stopped short because he could not hear anything through the stethoscope.

“A food blogger. I critique restaurants five or six times a week. I am paid for each meal. I started seven years ago and it was only once a month. Now everyone wants my taste buds.” His heartburn flared up and he burped. “I’m sorry.”

“Does that happen often?”

“All the time it seems. I know it’s not heartburn.”

“Why do you say that?”

Franklin took a deep breath, held it, and exhaled. “I have no heart.”

The doctor tapped the stethoscope a few times on his hand. He placed it on his chest and heard his own heartbeat.

“See? No heartbeat.”

The doctor placed it on Franklin’ chest, still no heartbeat. “Why would you say that?”

“When I was eighteen, I met a man. I gave him my love. He tore my heart out. Since then food fills the void in my chest. I’m the most sought after food critic blogger.”

“I’ll be right back.”

“Ok.”

Moments later the door opened.

“Mr. Ross?”

Franklin admired the tone young body, “Call me Franklin.”

“Franklin. I’m Wilhelm; Here to take you to MRI.”

“Lead the way.” Following the tight buttocks in blue scrubs Franklin’s heart beats.

Wilhelm opened the door. “Anything that’s metal on the tray, and take off your shirt, and belt.” He winked.

Franklin took off his jewelry. The shirt he placed on top of the tray. “Okay.”

“Good. Now let us get you comfortable on the table. I am going to insert an IV with barium. You’re going to feel warm.”

Franklin took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m a little nervous. ”

Wilhelm took his pulse. “Relax; it’s not going to hurt.”

“Okay.” Franklin squeezed his hand.

“You’re the ‘Blogger with the red shoes?’”

“Do you know how many people try to get away with free food by wearing red shoes?”

“I met you a year ago at Chichi. You blogged that you were going and that’s why I went. We talked about Italian food. Do you remember?”

“I knew you looked familiar.” Happy he was talking to a hot cutie his pulse quickened. “I remember your girlfriend came to pick you up, and you two left.”

The bell rung. “Showtime.” Wilhelm rushed to the other office.

Franklin took a deep breath as he slid into the MRI. Fantasies of Wilhelm filled his dreams.

Back in the examining room, Franklin though of how a nice big banana split would ease his depression. “Damn it. All the good guys are either straight or not broken.” He smiled at that thought. “House broken.” How inaccurate. His eyes teared up and he sniffled.

Dr. Rontgen sat on the stool.

“I saw your results. I didn’t see a heart.”

“See. It was ripped out just as the Aztec warriors.”

“Did your ex, make Posole afterwards?”

Franklin smiled. “The next morning I went to my mom’s and that’s what she had made.”

“I’m glad you’re smiling. You’re getting X-rays, something’s wrong with the MRI.”

“I’m telling you. I don’t have a heart.”

There was knock on the door.

“The X-ray room is ready.” Wilhelm said.

“I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” Dr. Rontgen said.

“You ready Franklin?”

Franklin inhaled Wilhelm’s sweet breath. “I’m ready.”

Wilhelm led the way to the X-ray room.

“I didn’t know you do X-rays too?”

“I don’t. I’m clocked out and I knew how nervous you were. I wanted to be here for you. I hope you don’t mind.”

Franklin felt confused. “You didn’t have to. Thank you?”

In the X-ray room an old woman took over.

“I’ll be in the other room. If you need anything call.” Wilhelm said.

“Thank you.”

After the X-rays, Wilhelm guided him to the examining room. “I have to go now.”

“I know. Thank you again, you helped with my nerves.”

“Any time.”

“I hope I’m not being forward. I’ve been invited to Chichi this weekend… I can bring guests. Would you and your girlfriend join me? It’s comped?”

“I…”

“I’m sorry.”

“That was my sister and she was visiting.”

“Oh. She’s pretty.”

“Yes. I will join you for dinner.” Wilhelm took a deep breath. “Maybe we can do something afterwards?”

The doctor came.

“Bye.” Wilhelm left.

Dr. Rontgen lifted Franklin’s shirt and checked for a heartbeat. “Breath in.” He checked through the back. “Let go.” Then he checked his pulse.

“What’s the prognosis?”

“Your heart is beating now. I think you have anxiety attacks. I recommend you take it easy, eat healthier and exercise.”

“Thank you doctor.”

“I’m serious. I’ll give you a prescription for it.” The doctor said.

That weekend Franklin sat in his car having chest pains. Wilhelm had texted him that he was waiting inside. Franklin took a pill and a deep breath. He got out of the car and walked in the restaurant.

Wilhelm was dressed nicely in a black blazer, white shirt, black slacks, and red shoes, making his way to him. “I’m here. I hope I’m not underdressed.”

Franklin smiled. “No. You look great. Now we’re both wearing red shoes.”

“I wanted everyone to know I was here with you.” Wilhelm beamed.

Franklin’s eyes teared up. “Shall we eat?”


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