The Surgeon and his Bossy Wife

Chapter 2: Accused

I walked out of the ward, heading towards the receptionist hall. As a Doctor, I didn’t feel good announcing that my patients were dead, it always feels like I kill them especially for that purpose, to watch them mourn after they have struggled to pay for their operation, I will just come and kill them for no course.

Yet, I wasn’t like that, I tried all I could to make her life but maybe it was her day, so I couldn’t save her.

The lights in the hall were bright and the people who sat there waiting for their relatives had a worried look on their faces. I was terrified to give the sad news as an outburst of tears will feel my eyes.

I had a plan, this was what I had learned over the years of working in the surgical department. The moment I pass the information, I will rapidly leave the sight, so that no one will have the time to hit me with a bat or any dangerous weapon.

The waiting chairs were filled with people, while others were pacing the room as a form of exercise.

“Doctor, How is my daughter?” a lady asked.

“Doctor, is my husband alright?” did he sustain any injury?” a chubby face lady questioned.

I was stuffed with a series of answers which I couldn’t answer. I decided to make a general commentary for them to keep them calm.

“If you are waiting for your family member who is either sick or had an accident, relax, my colleague will attend to you anytime from now,” I explained, my voice cool and gentle to listen to.

I didn’t end there, I added the last phrase that made people in the hall shout at the top of their voices.

“Are the Tanyi's in the hall?”

I demanded staring at every corner of the room.

“Here we are,” a baritone answered and I quickly matched the voice with the face.

A young man maybe in his mid-thirties sat across the room, with other people, maybe his relatives.

I mounted the right courage not to let my leg betray me by pushing me towards the floor.

A lady was in the arms of a man separated from him as she stood to hear the information I had come to give.

“Is my mother okay?” the lady asked

“Can we see her?” an elderly man ..(probably their father) inquired.

I became mute as I didn’t know how to break the awful news to the family who seemed to be expecting their mother who wasn’t coming back again.

Never will she come back.

I planned to speak as fast but plainly so that the people could hear me, and before they will want to react I’ll be gone a long time, running for safety from the unknown.

“I am sorry to tell you this but, I and my surgical team did the best we could to save her, yet it was impossible. Sorry to say this but we lose her,” I said in a watery voice, then I turned to leave.

The outburst of wails filled the entire room, and I watched how a teenage girl collapsed. She was the youngest in their group of five.

I tried walking away though my legs denied moving fast, then I heard the most horrible thing I’ve ever received in my carreer as a Doctor.

“You killed her,”

My blood pumped heavily in my head, causing an instant migraine. I couldn’t believe what I just heard.

I remained mute to the spots as I mustered the courage to face the group once more.

They all had the same look I had on my face as they stared in a particular direction.

Behind, an outstandingly beautiful girl sat staring deep into my eyes as if trying to pierce my soul.

Her skin glowed like melted chocolate in a saucepan, as her hoodie laid on her effortlessly on her head. She lifted her head so I could see her face.

She had blue glasses which made it difficult for me to see her stunningly carved eyes that loomed angrily behind the shades. I couldn’t guess the colors her eyes were made up of, but they will either be black or brown.

The lady that had spoken had a straight nose that wasn’t pointy, but it hanged so vigorously beneath the lenses she had on.

One thing I enjoyed most, though it was brief was her mouth. ‘Gosh! I shouldn’t be describing a lady I probably know nothing about, but her striking beauty and appearance couldn’t make me say less'.

She had a full bottom chiseled lip, with the upper lip a thin line on the surface.

“What the hell are you talking about?” the middle-aged man growled.

“He killed her,” was the same sentence that escaped her now parted lips.

The entire room had their eyes on me as they zoomed me, searching for the truth.

“For Christ's sake, she is a doctor, and you don’t accuse a doctor of killing your patient, it’s not heard off,” the second boy uttered.

“Can I see her body?” the elderly man questioned brushing their noises away.

“Yes Sir, this way,” I directed as I paved the way.

The teenager that collapsed had now regained consciousness, just that she was filled with tears.

A girl (her sister) cuddled her for fear that she may still lose it.

I walked ahead of them, leading the way like Moses led the Israelites from Egypt.

We entered the room which was now taken care of by the nurses. The sac of blood and other equipment used for the operation were all removed and utilized with alcohol.

They cleaned the table where the lifeless body remained isolated, waiting for her family to see her before being carried away.

Mr. Tanyi, advance from the group, approaching the closed sheet and pulled it slowly.

A fresh wave of tears flowed the entire room as they cried hard over their loss.

The look they had on their face showed that they loved and cared for her.

A wiped a tear that escaped my eye, and I raised my head to peep at the group. I was startled to find this girl act weirdly. Her eyes her both on mine as they were filled with hatred.

I struggled to push the lump that was stocked in my throat, as it mixed with saliva, passing slimly.

“Announce to my employees and staff members that my rib is dead. I do not want to mourn for long as I will die from grieve.

She will be buried on Saturday morning, and the sympathizers will stay for a while. But my 4 p.m. everything will be over, doctor, you can put her in the mortuary,”

Mr. Tanyi spat out leaving.

His children nodded as a fresh wave of tears streamed out, alerting the entire hospital that they Tanyi had to lose a very important part of them.

The fact that I had done the operation and it didn’t work well filled me with guilt.

For the first time in my life, I felt guilty like I was a murder, this wasn’t my fault, I could accuse my other teammates too since we worked together, yet the guilt fed itself only on my flesh that I hated it so much.

I should never have accepted to do the work, I left Bernie's Ville to QoutaBurgs just to achieve failure.

The corpse was laid in a stretcher and towed to the cold section of the hospital where it will remain till Saturday when it shall be removed and prepared for burial.

This was my worst day as a Doctor, I was surely going to take a long break from any kind of surgical operations especially cases that needs only major operations.

Maybe I could do minor operations, but I am completely on standby when it has to do with majors.

I walked into the office the hospital had given me, since I wasn’t their permanent worker, and will only work with them from time to time, it wasn’t big but comfortable as I had a big mahogany desk, which was stacked with documents and files that needed to be looked into.

I lazily opened some of the documents, flipping through the pages disinterestedly. I was finally resolved on going home since there wasn’t much to be done here.

I checked my hand and there was no wristwatch, I searched it in the pocket of my lab jacket, and it was there resting.

The watch read 2:14 p.m. I sighed, switch off the computer which laid at the center of the room and move out.

I heaved a sigh, concluding that this was indeed a bad day for me.

Ironically, coming out from the hospital, the sky had a blue hue, with the sun shining gaily and radiating enough heat which embraced my flesh harshly.

Though the sun was high in the sky, I shivered from cold. As if I was going to be sick or something.

Entering my car, I made my way to my home, in Bernie’s Ville, where I come from.