The Fool

Lucy McGinley suddenly stopped shouting and sat quietly in the chair. Her wrists were tied to the chair's arms, her ankles to its front legs. The ropes weren't too tight - now she had no weapons, the binding was more to help the woman calm herself rather than prevent any more injuries or death.
Doc Morris slowly hobbled to his feet and looked Mrs McGinley over.
"No pain anywhere, Lucy?" he asked, ignoring his own.
She looked startled. "I shot you, Morris, and you're still looking to see I'm okay?"
The Doc nodded.
"Then you're a bloody fool."
He nodded again.