Spontaneous Attachment

3

Just when I settled and started going through some files while sipping coffee from the cup Zoya gave me,the tele in my office stared ringing.

"Yes?"
I answered

"Doctor,your attention is needed on the third floor"

"What's going on"
I asked suddenly alarmed.

"We're having problems with a patient here,can you please come "

"Alright, I'll be there"

I hanged up and quickly rushed to help the patient,being a doctor is really hectic.

I bumped into a lady on my way and quickly steadied her before she fell,she looked like she could pass away anytime soon.

"I'm so sorry ma'am,I'm in a rush"
I apologized

"It's okay dear,can you help me to doctor Arman's Office please, I don't feel too steady"
She asked politely.

The lady looked to be in her late forties,she also looked like a Nigerian and I couldn't just leave her,she really needed help.

I helped her to the elevator and and we went to the first floor with her leaning on me and my hand on her lower back we walked to the doctor's office and I, gently knocked.

We heard a faint "come in" before I opened the door and led us in.

"Ahh Hajiya Habiba,you're welcome,please do have a sit"
Mr Arman gave her a warm welcome.

"Thank you dear,what's your name?"
She asked me

"She's Fouzia,one of our best doctors"
He answered for me

"Masha Allah,God bless you"
She praised while I smiled and turned to leave.

"Fouzia,could you wait for her outside,she's a bit weak I see,you could help her out when we're done"
Doc Arman requested and I sighed

Something is going on and I'm needed, I bit my tongue before I said it out loud and just nod my head.

I swiftly closed the door and stood a few metres away so I wouldn't eaves drop and started wondering who she is,she must know Mr Arman very well to get a chance to see him,not every patient is refered to him unless very severe cases,and maybe when some very rich people decide to book an appointment,or maybe she knows him outside the hospital, I wonder which category she's in.

The door opened and I quickly rushed to hold her,and helped her down to the reception while she closed her eyes as if she were in pain, I really pitied her and I wonder what's her ailment.

"I'm sorry for bothering you,please can you help me buy this drugs from the pharmacy"

"Sure,just wait here"
She sat on a chair at the reception and searched her bag probably for cash "let me give you the money"

"No,don't worry,I'll just buy it"

"Are you sure,it's quite expensive"
She told me still fumbling with her bag.

"No,it's fine I'll buy it"

I went to the pharmacy and bought the drugs, A gasp escaped my lips when I saw the money to be paid. She was not lying when she said it was expensive,but I had no choice, I went back to my office and took my card,before going back to the pharmacy and payed for the drugs.

She was on a phone call when I went back to her "it's okay,na samu wata Yar albarka,you don't have to worry"(I found a darling).

"All right, I'll see you later"
She disconnected the call and gave me a heartwarming smile which reminded me how much I missed my mom.

"You're back,thank you so much dear,are you married?"
She asked

"No,I'm not"
I answered a bit shy.

"Oh,it's okay then,hope to see you soon"
She said while getting up

"Should I help you out?"
I offered,mentally questioning my self where all the kindness was coming from.

"No,thank you, I think I'll be fine, God bless you"

"Ameen"

We said good byes and went separate ways.

A smile found its way to my face as I watched her retreating form, I felt some kind of urge to help her for no reason,was it because she was also from Nigeria.

I remembered the call I had earlier about the patient so I quickly rushed to the 3rd floor and met doc Aabid coming out from the patient room.

"How's the patient"
I asked

"She's fine,why didn't you come"
He questioned as he took off the stethoscope from his shoulder.

"I had to help someone,glad you could help"
With that I went back to my office and slumped on my swivel chair,feeling exhausted.

Thanks for reading.