Behind Her Silence

Chapter Two

I spent the next three years finishing my program, becoming a medical doctor and building my first hospital. It was a struggle, gladly I wasn't alone. Pretty sure I would have ran mad. Eddy who is technically somewhat close to being my best friend helped. Emotionally, of course.

I arrived at my hospital, looked around and that feeling of loneliness hit as if I didnt even have a family to begin with.

Technically I didn't make it known to my workers that im their boss, so there was no special greeting as I walked in. Everyone stared not because of beauty or what people usually stare for but because they could feel the sadness in me.

It was oozing out like an uncontrolled power. I was already used to the stares.

"Good morning Jane, how are you?" As I stared at Doctor Ria and looked like someone trying to suck her soul out of her body, she kept smiling as if she owed me her life. " Good morning Ria, I am well, how about you?". " i am great, thanks."

"We have three trauma patients coming in, get ready", Doctor Sylvia immediately interrupted the silent yet uncomfortable greeting we were having. " I will take the first, you both take the second and third" she left immediately after.

" 27 year old male, shallow breathing, stabbed through the right side of the stomach". My thought immediately was stabbed? Wow that is really interesting". I am always fascinated by the ways people get injured or what their body does to make them sick.

" Hi, I'm Doctor Ria this is Doctor Jane. I know you can't talk so just be calm, we will get you treated. You're very handsome by the way". The nurses and even me was shocked by that remark, then we remembered its who Ria is, I saw my past self in her at that moment.

" Sorry Doctors, which one of you is going to take this third patient?". The paramedic asked a question we were not meant to have been asked, we were still trying to understand how Ria could be so forward in a situation as this. I, on the other hand, was trying to see if he is truly handsome.

Ria noticed she had to take the third patient after that remark, but I felt she took the third patient because the second patient was "too handsome" for her to handle. " Let's move him to trauma bay two, Nurse Ziq find out if he has any relatives and do the needful please".

My ways of interacting with my workers is really surprising to me and people who don't know me, they would think I will be harsh or rude or proud but for some reason I act as if we all are equals despite the level of management we are in.

I performed the surgery for the patient and it was successful with no complications. It was nice. I had to wait for the patient to wake up so I could explain to him what I did,how the operation went and the ways to care for himself afterwards.

Still in my thoughts, I realised the "stabbed" I was fascinated about wasn't gotten from a hostile situation. The news of how he got it wasn't yet confirmed since he was not fully conscious when he got here and he is still asleep. I bothered myself with the idea of asking him about how he got stabbed till he woke up.

" Hi, how are you feeling?". I asked with a sense of care that seemed forced. He obviously noticed even at that state of confusion. " Hi, very uncomfortable. Thanks". I didn't say anything more or even respond to his thanks. I immediately started telling him everything I needed to.

As I was talking with no sense of wanting to stop until I was done, I noticed he kept staring. Not the usual stare I get from others, his was a stare to my past self.

" Do you have any questions?". I deliberately stopped to ask before he stared into my life and see how I was born. " oh, sorry I don't have any questions for now. You're Doctor Jane right? The quiet one who didn't compliment me".

He smirked which made me blink twice to understand why he smirked and why he thinks i should have complimented him. " yes I am".

My plan was to actually run away immediately he said he had no questions to ask but it seems he also had his plans immediately he woke up. We both kept quiet and I figured he was done, so I left.

Though, I could feel he watched me as I left the room. So weird of him I thought at a point, then I sighed and said to myself. " is it truly weird or am i so broken i cant seem to accept when a guy wants to flirt with me, I cant even try to play along". I chuckled at who I've become.