In his lifetime, a man wears many hats. So, too, with Prick. Student, Lover, Musician, Statesman, Warrior, and now...
Physician. It takes years of training to become a doctor, unfortunately, and Prick didn't have the years to expend. He
was simply looking for a respectable profession to fill his declining years. So he relied upon an honorary degree from Johns
Hopkins University, and the good will of his clientele.
This he had in spades. To begin with, Prick accepted only the very best class of patients. Then too, he made house calls.
Right to your penthouse he would come, little black bag in hoof. Ducking his head as he passed through the doorway, he would
briefly pay his respects and then make straight for the sickroom. Trailed by star-struck relatives of the afflicted, he would
gracefully sink down beside the bed.
Prick's bedside manner was a marvel. His steady gaze was empathy itself. His touch was soft and sure. He took a pulse with
all the care and attention he had once given to running the country. Rather more, in fact.
Admittedly, Prick had only the faintest idea what he was doing. He had never quite gotten the hang of which thermometer was
for the mouth and which was not. There were bottles in his bag he didn't dare open.
But consider his positives. He never got the patient addicted to dangerous drugs through over-prescription of painkillers.
He never performed experimental surgery in hopes that a lucky accident might teach him something interesting. Because he believed
anything he was told, he never doubted the patient was sick. Thus, not a one of them died after being reassured that nothing was
Also, he was a celebrity. The social status conferred by his visits far outweighed the purely hypothetical progress that a
rich and usually aged relation might have made under other circumstances.
Consider this as well. When, as sometimes happened, a patient died in his care, Prick would calmly sign the death certificate
and draw the sheets up over the head of the deceased. He never slid a watch from the patient's wrist and onto his own. Not once
did go through the pockets for spare change. How many doctors in the AMA can say as much?
A man who employed Prick had an ass for a physician. Quite frankly, he could have done worse.