Finally

Part 55: Finally

I was beyond patient.

Some would say I was the poster child for patience.

Ten years in solitary confinement with nothing to do but dream, practice and sleep.

I don't think I'm who I used to be- but then again, I don't think I'm too far from him either.

Maybe...maybe I've grown into a new me.

A me that learned from this tragedy.

But what did I learn?

It's not like I did anything wrong in the first place.

It's not like I actually hurt anyone or did those awful things.

So the only thing I guess I learned from all this is that patience is a virtue that I have and have practiced.

I was never violent in prison.

I never spoke to anyone with malice or hate- even the Paunchy Man...who I found out this morning was a Chamber member of the high Court- who was best friends with Greene and some of the other male doctors who put me here. He was friends with Howard-my lawyer- and he had it out for foreigners who thought they knew anything.

It came out in his suicide note, that Greene had spoken to him on several occasions how he detested that arrogant American, who strode into his ED and tried to change things erratically.

They put a plot in motion and yet were never sure how good it would work.

Until the Blizzard hit.

Greene specifically called me in to work that day, despite it not being my shift.

I as always- put work before family and went in anyway.

It was then that they began to set in motion the horrible accusations. It was timed perfectly- though they didn't know it would end up entirely how it had.

They didn't plan for us to be stuck in a frozen hell for two weeks straight.

Yet it only added to their plan of dramatic horror.

Slitz was the only doctor the entire time who seemed off put with their plan. Yet he never spoke up.

Not until Karma started hitting every single one of them. The ten doctors who had put me here with their lies, started suffering from terminal illnesses.

I would love to somehow claim that it was my doing, but I never wished ill on them.

However, I can't say so much for Helen. On one visit a few years earlier, she had asked for names of those men and I gave them to her.

Call it Ghanaian Black Magic or just the workings of a benevolent being- but somehow, they started dropping like flies- painfully.

Some of the worst cancers hit them.

It was justice well served if I'm so boldly allowed to say so.

...

"Max, your rides here." A guard states and opens my door. Standing slowly, I feel odd so I sit back down in the corner of the room.

I haven't seen the outside in a decade. I'm not sure I'm ready...as odd as that sounds.

I stay put for a few minutes.

"Come on Max. Let's go."

My insides twisting nervously.

I don't know what's going to happen.

I don't know what it's going to be like out there.

With people again.

The guard sighs heavily- his temper rising as I remain hunkered on the floor in the corner of my room.