Wretched Ratcheting Nurse

You fall back into the chair.  Anna kneads your shoulders while you grit your teeth.  You close your eyes and imagine yourself and Inky playing a game of Burning Empires set in stark white hospital hallways.  Hundreds of bespectacled doctors bearing clipboards flee under fluorescent lights from your avenging flamethrowers.  They scream.  You laugh.  Working your way from the center to the entrance, you arrive at the empty waiting room.  She's here.  The nurse.  She stands, arms folded across her chest, between you and the exit.  Wearing grins so wide they barely fit your faces, you and Inky drown her in fire.  When the smoke clears, she stands untouched and frowning.  Your eyes snap open.