The Surgeon and his Bossy Wife

Chapter 3: Consoling the Doctor

Bernie's Ville is a three hours thirty minutes drive from Quotaburg, located in the southern part of the States. The road was now traffic-free unlike before when I was going to work, I think the enemy did not just want me to be on time for the operation, if not I would not have faced the challenge the way it was this morning.

It was so uncomfortable to know that I had indirectly killed a lady, 'how long will I live with the guilt? was it even a positive one?' I wondered frightfully.

Maybe Davis and the other doctor faced this guilt I had in my heart too, it weighed so much that it hurts.

Parking before my club, I came out of the car locking it protectively.

Bernie's Ville was a moderate town with a normal lifestyle, we had over six thousand people, and could quickly recognize one another by either face or the name.

The only reason why I choose to live in a reserved and far away area from the main city was because of the peace and comfort I receive each time I am in town. I call it home and I had lived here for over five years now.

I own a club whereby people come to drink and talk about events that don't concern them.

At the top, we have a Mayor, a good and respectable man who enforces law and order to his local population. The neighbors here are caring too and mind their businesses as much as possible.

"Good day, Doctor, you are welcome," Nadia greets curtseying.

"Good day, Miss, how are you today?" I asked walking straight to the table.

Nadia is one of my employees, she serves and takes care of my club properly. She is a red hair lady, rough in nature, yet respectable. She always says her mind the way it is, without hiding whatsoever emotions.

I remember the day she almost fought with a client who had grabbed her ass when she was walking by. Unfortunately, I was not in town, so when I had returned, the guy was said to be hospitalized because Nadia had hit a table on his head.

That serves him right though I had warned Nadia to be more friendly with clients.

*

My mind was thinking about everything yet nothing at all, I had just consumed the third glass of whiskey.

It made me feel good although dizzy, and I wasn't a person who drinks unless it is when I am heartbroken or having some heavy thoughts going on in my head__ like now__ I only owned a club because bought it from a family when I came to town.

They were moving out of town to Spain, and since I am quite having money, from my years of hard work, of course, I decided to buy the club from them, reconstructed it to be this beautiful structure we have here.

Most of my income was generated by the club, and the rest from my work, with it, I could leave a perfect classic life with no disturbances.

At twenty-six, I was still a virgin, an exaggerated one for that matter, my fear for women had conquered any s****l urge that could arise in me as a man.

I had tried only one relationship, and that was when I was in high school, she was the belle of the school, and as one of the richest girls in the class, she had wanted to date every guy.

We had dated for just one day, it was a brief show I could tell that it wasn't even a date. We broke up before evening and she moved on trying other guys in school__The slut__ I hated her because she made me feel I was worthless, the entire time she kept telling me about fashion, her nails, classic trips to one part of the world and back.

The f**k, her lousy attitude made it so impossible for things to move on with us, especially when I wasn't responding, she woke up, shouting,

"I cut off the relationship,"

Swirling her thin waist, she had left the restaurant, allowing me to settle the bills. It wasn't a hard task to do, but her acts had propelled me from having any close relationship with women.

At a point in my life, I thought I was gay, but then I wasn't attracted to men either.

*

I was now on my sixth glass of whiskey when I could hear only the sounds of people murmuring, they seemed to have noticed my distress too. It wasn't my fault though, I had had a bad day at work today, a really hard one.

The image of the lady who rested lifelessly on the theater table kept playing on my mind, I hate it as her blood was on my hands.

"Hey, Doctor, are you alright? you seem to be on the bad side today," I heard someone say.

Tilting my head to the side, I noticed that it was Leonard Pope, a neighbor. He frequented the club daily, and people sometimes took it for his house, a satirical remark though.

Stretching my hand for a handshake which he readily took, I answered,

"Hey, Leo, I am fine, thank you for asking,"

That was a fat lie, any man in his normal eyes will notice that I wasn't alright, it was obvious.

"Stop kidding, nobody is a kid here to notice that you aren't alright, everyone here is just worried about their good and kind-hearted Doctor, if you do not mind, you can talk to us, we are a family now," he let out.

That was true, I admired the care they showed to me and the other people in town. It was only right for me to clear their doubts.

"Fine, I will tell you, please do well to inform the others about it, but they do not have to bother about me, I will be fine, just being too emotional today," I stated.

Nodding his head, he approved that I could trust him with whatever information I wanted to pass across.

"You know about the operation I was booked for in Quotaburg right? to operate Mrs. Tanyi, the richest man in the state's wife. Well, it wasn't successful, and I feel like I killed her because I went late for the operation, the traffic was too much, I wish I had gone there last night, I would have saved myself from this tragedy, the worst of it was that her daughter accused me of murder when I reported the lady's death to her family" I sighed out.

Just thinking about what happened made me gulp another quantity of the strong liquor, making me twist my face.

Leo was a keen observer, he was also an apt listener, his words were so cool and soothing when he assured me that I had nothing to do with this.

"Anthony Norman, you are the best surgeon the world has ever recorded, if you do not know this, or you are still doubting about your abilities, you did not kill the lady, I am sure you tried your maximum best to safe her life, and the girl was probably purely saying trash, if not, you wouldn't have been the one to do the operation,"

His words had meanings, they made a lot of sense, but then, the Tanyi's wouldn't believe me, they will probably be staring at me as if I had planned with the devil to kill their mom, that wasn't true, I was innocent.

Standing from the chair, I made two steps which were controlled by dizziness.

Leo had noticed it too, so he said, "You shouldn't be hard on yourself, Norman, I will advise that you go home now. Nadia and Boris (my second employee who works at the club) can handle this place as usual," he announced.

I was too f****d up to argue with him, shaking my head in acceptance, I walked out of the club heading towards my car.

I trusted him to spread the news in the club, and in less than no time, the entire town will know that I killed someone__ well, indirectly though. The rumors will be made, my reputation will be painted and those for will fight against those against.

'Doctors do not kill patients, they give up on life,' was the quote they always said to reassure me.

By the way, it wasn't my first operation whereby someone died, I have had series of them, but the fact that this happened to a Billionaire's wife, this was going to be different. So different from the other.

Igniting my car, I started off, heading towards my house, I found it difficult to keep my eyes open, considering the number of glasses I have consumed.

My house was a fifteen minutes drive from the club, so I steered my car towards my house.

*

Lucky me, I was opportune to arrive at the house in one piece, no accident, no injury, I opened my car walking towards the house.

I lived in a bungalow, it was a beautiful one, painted green and black, the belle of the town too. The house had three rooms, a very big living room, one bathroom, a pool, and a garage. From the outside, you could think that it was a small beautiful house, but when you enter, it could be a safe haven to some people.

Here at home, I had no servants, I did everything myself, especially cleaning, it was kind of a stressful task, so my weekends were always dedicated to cleaning my entire house, buying provisions for the house, and cooking whenever I had time.

I loved it when I cooked my food, I wasn't a chef, but one could eat and lick the fingers.

Opening my house, I made sure to close the door firmly, while heading towards the room. Since I lived alone, the only room that was operational was the third room on the corridor. I named it the Master's bedroom, large, comfortable, and always need.

The only disadvantage being in this house was that, only my room had a bathroom, the lavatory was at the other end of the corridor, it was beautiful for me that way though.

Since there was no one sharing my flat, I had no trouble with it. By the way, my room was the most glamorous part of the house, I had put efforts in arranging the room, with cool curtains and a bit of manly touch here and there.

One of the rooms in my was been transformed into an office, I used it as my study, and at the end of the hall, I had a table whereby I carried out some little experiments when necessary.

*

Entering my room, I sat on my master's bed. I removed my shoes, kicking them to the other side of the room in anger, cutting the buttons of my shirt in a mad rage, I pushed them to the other side of the room carelessly.

Striding to my bathroom, I let the water fill the bathtub. I filled it halfway with cold water.

Sliding into the tub, I let the water cool my tanned muscles, I wanted it to make me relax, I sank deep into the water, allowing the cool water to stretch my bones.

"This feels so good," I commented.

Taking a sponge, I applied my banana lavender onto the leech. Scrubbing my hard skin, I felt more than useful.

I removed every pain, guilt, and frustration from my body, it was a moment of peace for me, a time of solitude.

Rinsing the soap from my hard body, I opened the lid so that the water should runoff. Coming out of the room, I wrapped a white towel on my face.

My body ached so much, so I wore only my boxer and jumped to the bed, sleeping my life away. I needed some rest, much rest than I actually needed, I wanted it as much.