"Ah yes." The doctor gazed uncomfortably at the spotlight and gave a
sigh. He pushed Thompson over to the bed. "Lie down," he said. "Do you
have a medicine cabinet?"
"In the bathroom, Doc." Thompson pointed.
The doctor nodded and went into the bathroom and opened the cabinet.
He took out a bottle of antihistamine tablets and shook three into his
hand. He drew a glass of water and walked back to Thompson's bedside.
"Sit up," he said. "Here, take these."
Thompson downed the pills and took a swallow of water. The doctor
set the glass on the bedside table and went over and turned off the
spotlight.
"Now," muttered the doctor. He turned on the lamp beside the bed and
wrapped a green shirt around the bulb, tying the sleeves together at
the top. He turned the lamp on Thompson's face. "You say the little men
give you ideas for stories. Eh?"