[ WP ] You are a doctor in the Emergency Room . While removing a `` foreign object '' from an embarrassed patient , you begin to suspect that he is actually Satan .

I looked down at the patient. He was n't particularly spectacular. He had that kind of air a lot of wealthy middle aged guys with heavy wallets have. That sense of superiority, of confidence and what could only be described as devilish charm. Or he would have struck me as such, had he not been unconscious. But he looked the part. Tall, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. He had dark hair that had greyed in picture perfect fashion along his temples. His skin was bronzed and tanned into the pleasant leather that every gold digger watched for. All in all, he looked like Ray Wise. 
 
 He was laying flat on the stretcher they had wheeled him in on. They had cut off his clothes, a black pin-stripe suit that probably cost more than what I make in a month. But I did n't pay too much attention to that. Behind me, one of the interns made a joke about a `` pin-strip'' suit while tossing the remains into a bio-hazard bag. 
 
 `` What happened?'' I asked the nurse on duty. She handed me the report. A stab wound. Severe blood loss. I looked down at him. He did n't look pale. I looked back up to the nurse, arching an eyebrow in a quizzical fashion. 
 `` I know. But that is n't the weirdest part.'' She said. I tried to elevate my eyebrow, but it was as high as it would go. She rolled her eyes at me and scowled, pulling back the sheet over his stomach. I looked back down to the patient before taking a step back. 
 
 Someone had stabbed him with a crucifix. I do n't mean like someone had tied a cross guard onto a sharpened stick. I mean a wooden crucifix complete with a little metal Jesus. I was looking at Jesus, knee deep in this guy's stomach. 
 
 `` Christ.'' I exhaled to myself. 
 
 `` Obviously.'' She said, giving me a sideways glance. I ignored her and looked back to the patient. Jesus was looking down at the patient's hairy naval. It was then I noticed something... peculiar to say the least. I leaned in closer. 
 He was burnt. It looked as though someone had tried to cauterize the wound. I inhaled and immediately jerked back. I had smelled some nasty things in my life, but I had never had a burn victim smell like... sulfur, I guess. 
 `` Nurse, have you noticed these burns?'' I asked her, signalling one of the interns to bring me some gloves. The nurse shook her head and looked at the wound. 
 
 `` No. Can we remove it safely?'' She asked, pulling back in much the same manner I did. 
 `` We're going to have to, to see what it looks like in there.'' I said, pulling on the gloves the intern gave me. The nurse started to say something before I grabbed the crucifix and pulled. It slipped out effortlessly, without any resistance at all in fact. I stumbled backwards before looking at my hand. One was clean, the other, soaked in dark red blood and clutching a crimson Christ. 
 
 I was shocked to say the least. I had expected some effort required, maybe a caught foot. But it felt like the body pushed the thing out on its own. I shook the thought from my head and put the crucifix in another bio-hazard bag one of the interns was holding out at arm's length. A sharp inhale snapped my neck back towards the patient. 
 The nurse had taken a step back from the patient and was pointing a trembling finger at the body on the stretcher. I looked at him. The smell of sulfur hit my nose before my eyes put together what they were seeing. The wound, gaping and mangled, was closing like a hungry maw. Smoke, black and putrid, poured from the hole and disappeared into the vents. I held my breath and shouldered an intern away from the cloud. 
 
 A moment later, he was laying on the table, with nothing but a fading scar on his stomach. The nurse was saying something, but I was n't paying attention to her. My eyes were on the patient. First, he flexed his fingers. Then he jerked up to a sitting position, a pair of icy blue eyes flying open. He looked around for a moment before looking at me. 
 
 `` Am I in the hospital?'' He asked me. His voice sounded like he had spent most of his life smoking, but it had a pleasant sound to it. Like the gravel of a grandfather's voice in the middle of a story. 
 
 `` Yep.'' Is all I managed to mumble out. He nodded his thanks and swung his legs over the side of the stretcher, flashing me as he stood. I looked down. That was n't even fair. 
 
 `` Thanks doc, you ever in my neck of the woods, give me a call okay?'' He said and without another word, he walked his naked ass out of the emergency room and into the cold, winter air. After a moment, I looked back to the nurse. She was sitting in a fetal position in the corner of the room, a little cross on a necklace held before her face as she mumbled her way through a `` Hail Mary''. I turned to the intern, who was still staring out the door the guy had left through. 
 
 `` He have any I.D.?'' I asked the kid. He looked at me through vacant green eyes for a moment, before running down the hall and returning a moment later with a wallet. I took it. Inside was five hundred bucks in assorted bills, three credit cards, and a single condom. I shook it a little and a drivers license slid out of a pocket, followed by a handful silver coloured coins the size of dimes. I looked at it. It read: 
 
 Stanley Lightbringer. 
 
 Aged 66. 
 
 Born April 30th. 
 
 I looked back to the doors again, seeing only an empty parking lot beyond. Guy looked young for his age. Good on him. 

