"For what your insurance pays me," the doctor said, "I can remove the javelin from your torso. I mean, that's the basic plan." He leaned in close, and through the haze of the mild shock Jordan was experiencing, he could smell the doctor's menacing aftershave. "Throw in another twenty bucks, and I can make sure it doesn't get infected. Just 'cause I like you, OK?" Jordan couldn't help but think that something unethical was going on here.