The necrophysician felt the zombie’s throat and pressed gently. The undead monster made a noise.
“That hurts or general zombie noise?” the doctor asked.
“…general zombie moan,” the creature replied sheepishly.
The physician smiled and continued the exam. She took the creature’s temperature, recording it as below room temperature. They discussed diet and activity.
“I am going to prescribe a nightshade extract to raise your temperature. And I need you to take your ectoplasm.”
The zombie hesitated and looked away. “I’m scared.”
The doctor put her hand onto the creature’s shoulder. “I know,” she said tenderly. They sat for about an hour and talked.