Empathy 

(Prompt: The year is 2076. You have just learned that the newly elected president is not a human, and you are the only person who knows)


 
 

“I’m not human.” Said the president. 

“So your birth certificate is forged?” I asked.

He sighs.

“You have to pretend to be human to be accepted in this world.” I said as I opened my kit. “Now hold still this time, you’re worse then the toddler I just saw.” I applied silver to his leg wound and applied a fresh coat of skin. I never asked how he was injured.

As I stood up I straightened my uniform and headed out the door.

“Goodnight Nurse Ruth” he said.

“Goodnight President Trump.” I said. 
 
 


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