THE BRIDE WHO WALKED AWAY

Chapter 8: Winifred as a VIP?

Melinda’s Pov

Rubbing salt on my wound huh?

Remember your oath as a doctor’ I kept chanting in my head

“you’re more or less like an amputee now, if I don’t examine that leg, you can kiss your next fixtures goodbye” I looked at him

“Respectfully,” I added .

I thought he’d be angry about my remark, looking at him a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

No wonder you’re said to be gay, what woman would put up with this nasty attitude…. I murmured

“Did you say something?” His voice came out cold and threatening.

“No,” I shook my head

“I see, do your thing” he surrendered.

During the leg examination, he didn’t wince nor react. If it were Clark, my arm would be full of red marks… he’d have dug his nails in my flesh due to pain. High pain tolerance….. I see.

He didn’t throw jabs at me during the examination which I’m grateful for.

After the leg examination, I found out he’d just be fine after some treatment, pain management will be just fine. No need for surgery.

“Lucky you, we’ll just go with pain management, you won’t need surgery” I said standing up ready to write my prescriptions.

“I know” he said

“You know?” I laughed

“What exactly do you know about Mr. Average Footballer?” I mocked.

I knew perfectly well he wasn’t average, the man had broken records all over Europe. But irritating him suddenly felt therapeutic, he rubbed salt on my wound first…. Just returning the favor.

“Average footballer? If my skills are average, I wonder what you’ll class your Ex fiancee” he shot with an amused smile.

I clamped my mouth shut, unable to retort.

“My aide will do the ice compression, I only called a doctor because of the brace and physical therapy.” He said with his stoic expression back on

He knows medicine too?

“How did you know?” I looked at him suspiciously.

He didn’t answer me.

I continued with my prescriptions.

I handed it to him after I was done.

He’ll be needing physical therapy truly.

That means I have to see him for three weeks?

Well maybe not necessarily me… I shrugged.

“After fixing the brace, you’ll come to the hospital for the physical therapy” I said

“I have my own space for that here” he drawled

Show me you’re arrogant and proud without saying it.

“Dr Ben will do the follow up” I said

"Don't be too sure" he snickered.

The door opened and his driver walked in with the knee brace.

How did he know we need it now?

I ignored the thought and collected it from him.

I was going to bend when his voice stopped me.

“Pass the doctor a chair” he ordered.

The driver did as he was told.

So the devil has a conscience…ha..

I pulled the chair closer to him, I lifted his leg a little … for the first time since I got here, he winced a little.

I gently placed the leg on my lap, his eyes shot up, I could feel his cold eyes bore through my skin.

“Is that necessary doc?”

“I don’t want to drop your knee carelessly, don’t read too much into it” now I was tense.

Sliding the neoprene sleeve over his knee , then I began to center the hinges on both sides before strapping it down.

I checked the angle to make sure it’s correctly fixed. Satisfied with it I gently placed his leg down.

“Done, doctor Ben will contact you for follow ups” I said, picking up my bag to leave.

“Won’t you monitor my drug intake” his voice teasing.

“Mr know all, you said you only needed a doctor for the brace and therapy, what changed?” my hand was already holding the door knob.

“Ah… so that’s it, at least take some drink… tea or fruit juice, take it as a warm reception before leaving” his tone was back to being cold.

“No, I don’t want to be poisoned before I reach my career peak, and please be careful so 3 weeks doesn’t turn into 6 months” I smiled opening the door.

Finally.. I was able to get back at him ...

Anna was already fast asleep when I got back.

I found mashed potatoes and steak covered neatly on the table, it had a note too.

‘made with love -A’

A smile broke out of my lips.

At least I can go to sleep knowing I have someone who genuinely cares for me.

After eating I went to bed.

I could hear someone knocking on my door aggressively.

Grudgingly I opened my eyes .

“There's no need to knock that hard, how about you break the door?” I yelled.

“We’re late and you’re still in the mood for clapbacks?” Anna yelled from the door.

My eyes darted to the clock in the room.

8:30?????

What????

Horrified, I quickly entered the shower… I’m really grateful the shower has pressure.

I wore my green scrubs… There's no time to select clothes.

Anna drove like a crazy woman.

“You're going to get us killed at this rate,” I said through clenched teeth .

I gripped the assist handle the moment the car swerved again.

“Annaaaaaa” I screamed wide eyed.

“Melindaaaaa” she screamed right back.

After a chaotic ride, we got to the hospital.

As we were signing in for work a nursing assistant came to summon me.

“Doctor Ben asked you to come up now,” she said .

“I’ll just drop my bag and go” I said to her

“He sent for you 30 minutes ago, so I advise you to go now” she said walking away.

I just hope I’m not screwed.

And I hope that silly guy did not report my being sassy yesterday.

On getting to the fourth floor, I opened Doctor Ben’s office.

He was sorting some folders when I entered.

“You're late” was a remark.

“I’m sorry sir” I lowered my head.

“you will be going for Mr Theodore’s follow up physical therapy” he said looking up.

I froze.

I misheard him right…

“Are you sure you’re not mistaken sir?” an awkward smile displaying on my lips.

“Did I stutter?” His voice was strict.

I shook my head.

“Good, another new VIP will be coming in today, she’s opting for a C-section, she should be waiting in your office by now” he said.

Well, that’s not new.

After that he dismissed me.

I will be seeing that freak for three weeks??

What sort of bad luck is this !

I’m never going to that lounge again! It’s bad luck.

On getting to my office someone spoke.

“Doctor Melinda you’re late for my consultation, what attitude is that? That’s not how a competent doctor works… Don't you agree?” the voice said.

My hand froze on the door knob…..

That’s not Winifred’s voice…..

Maybe I’m hallucinating now….

Might be a heartbreak symptom..

I turned to see her sitting on the examination table.

Wait a minute..

She’s actually here??

“Why are you in my office?” I was irritated.

“I’m sure your hospital must have informed you about a new patient coming in,” she smirked.

Really??

Winifred is the VIP patient?

The hospital admin is after my life at this point.