First surgery.
609 Words
In some local hospital in Paris, A young woman of 21 was in the operation theatre operating a 10-year-old’s brain. There was blood, tension, and heat in the theatre.
After the operation.
As I came out and Fred’s parents rushed towards me. Mrs. Octave cried and asked me, “is he okay? Will he ever remember us?” I said, “yes he would. But before that, I have to speak a little privately with Mr. Octave. Will that be okay?” as I gave him a glare. His fear was clearly visible. We walked into my office and i offered him to sit on the couch and make him feel comfortable. I offered him water. As he drank water and I question, “so, tell me whose that woman?”
”who?” He nervously asked.
”You very well know about whom. Will you please explain?” I requested.
”She is my sister-in-law. And...”
”Did you f**k her Mr. Octave?”
”yes. And maybe....”
”not maybe, your son saw his father f*****g his aunt. Do you even know what could that lead to? You might end up in jail. Fred has that right. He could collect proofs to send you their. Let me remind you before it’s late, either stay away from Diane or divorce Dia. The choice is yours.”
”but how did you get to know?”
”does that really matter?”
”no.” He fearfully answered.
”now leave or i have contacts. Remember what I said.”
As soon as Mr. Fuckboy Octave left and relaxed on my chair. I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I had seen in Fred’s memories. I could feel Fred running towards his father’s office which was locked. He tried to look through a keyhole and discovered his aunt, Diane and his father, Tim kissing. He tried to open the door and suddenly, Tim opened from other side.
Suddenly, someone knocked my door and I said, “yes? Whose it?”
”its me, Theo.” The voice came. Theodore Dante was my first best-friend and third boyfriend in Paris. He peeped in as he half-opened the door, “may I?”
”yes, you may?” I stood and hugged him. He gave a small peck of kiss on my lips and asked, “have you been drunk recently?”
”no. Why?”
”you look tired.”
”I could see those memories again.”
”What?”
”yes, I don’t know what’s happening. Everytime I do a surgery, I could someone’s memories. What do you think, shall I concern someone psychologist?”
”You are a neurosurgeon and you want to appoint a psychologist? Wow. Cool.”
”Theo, you think it’s easy for me?”
”non.”
”oui!”
”I know it’s not easy for you Ave, but that’s stupid.”
”this is not stupid, I need your help.”
”I am helping you but this is something really absurd.”
”fine. You are not a doctor after all. I am appointing a psychologist.”
”You don’t have to...”
”You are my boyfriend not controller. If you wanted to control me, I would have come with a remote but oops! No remote. Now, leave. I have an appointment to make.” I replied and left the office heading out to contact some psychologist rather than a weirdo.
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