Clinic stories

One day Barbie's boyfriend, Ken, walked into the clinic. Ken is the name I've given to a tall blond man on campus. He struts about with his head held high and always carries around this weird gym bag. On this particular occasion, Mr. Ken felt very nauseated. I glanced at Rachel, giving her the "Do you got this?" look. The nurse hurried up front at the sound of Ken's voice-he was a regular visitor to the McDonald Clinic-and asked Ken what was wrong. He mumbled something to her and she instructed him to the waiting room.
"Well Christi, I guess I'll take him back!" Rachel let out a sarcastic, exasperated sigh.
Suddenly the nurse says "No, I think Christi should take him back this time." I glanced at Rachel with big eyes. The nurse didn't know my fear of taking men back into the rooms. My hands started to get sweaty as I searched for his chart.
"Yes, ma'am." I gulped. I slowly filled out the information into his chart and then took my first step to the waiting room. Were my legs shaking? "Ken..." I softly said as I called his name. "You can come back with me." I led him into room 3, the walk seemed very short, and cautiously began to shut the door behind us. I stopped at an inch, nodding to myself. Better to be safe than sorry, I thought. I glanced at Ken. He was hunched over and holding his stomach like he might collapse any minute.
"So, what's going on?" My voice shook as I grabbed the thermometer.
"I feel like I'm going to puke." He said.
"OK, do you know why? Did you eat something, or..."
He interrupted, "I drank this really strong, acidic drink last night... I don't now what it was, but it was bad."
I gulped. Was I about to take the blood pressure of a man with a hang over? I instantly wanted to remind him of the fact that drinking was against the college rules. What was going to happen when the nurse came in and she found out that he was drunk? Would he be kicked out of the school?
I finished my job and quickly exited the room. I shut the door softly behind me and took a deep breath.
"Whoa."