TST, 2020
“My daughter has been poisoned?” Freddie said.
“Sir, we can talk in my office.” The doctor said.
“Where were you when she was being poisoned?”
“It’s ricin poison, sir—”
“I don’t care…. It’s your job to take care of the patients.”
“I’m sorry sir.”
“Sorry?”
The doctor managed a deadpan expression.
“Sorry isn’t a verb, don’t expect it to fix things for you.”
“We’re working hard to save her life.”
“Tell me she’ll survive.”
The doctor droop his head.
“She can’t die, doctor.”
“We’ll do our best.”
“Tell me she’ll wake.”
“Sir, ricin poisoning has got no cure.”
Freddie clenched his fist.
“Doctors are now working hard getting ricin off her body.”
“Is the poison that lethal?”
“Ricin works by getting inside the cells of a person’s body and prevent the cells from making pr
