Don't Sugar Coat It, Doc!

You know why I never want to be seriously injured and rushed to the hospital in an ambulance? (aside from the obvious, of course)


Because I don't want to have to listen to idjit paramedic discuss the "ironic" aspects of my injury and impending death. Right in front of me.

I'm just saying, that guy is the first one whose brains I'm consuming in the zombie apocalypse--if that's any consolation, Mr. Bedside Manner.

P.S. The patient lived. Suck on that, Mr. Declare Me Dead When I'm Awake And Listening To Your Every Word!

From Worlds Beyond #1 (1951).