The entrance of casualty ward was blocked, it had two cops car parked right in front of its Gate. I took off my helmet telling him to park the bike to the side.
"Is everything alright?" He grabbed my hand, worried. Cops weren't rare to see in the casualty nowadays, but he was always at edge when it came to me.
"Not exactly." I scurried towards the hallway, my patients ward wasn't far from here. Tara had kept them from getting into the ICU ward. They can't just force a child to talk to them. He's barely recovering.
My file. I turned to go back to my cabin first, only to bump into Taehyung.
"Why are you following me? I told you to leave." Grabbing his wrist I dragged him back to my cabin with me. He was the reason of the stares I was getting from nurses and wardens.
"Why are you still here?" "What? It's been a hour I'm asking you what was that call about that you had to leave the bed at six in the morning!
I see there are cops involved in it, and you want me to leave! Fuck no."
"Taehyung look, it's a hospital-"
"Exactly, you're a surgeon, not a lawyer who will face the cops." He narrowed his eyebrows, now mad at me.
"It's the matter of kid, okay. Now leave, otherwise they will ask me questions about you too."
"It's none of their business, and I'm not leaving till they leave."
"Argh! Change that leather jacket first, and I'll sell your kidneys if you stared at anyone."
His sharp mouth definately has ability to hurt someone with his words. But his death stare doesn't make sense, he stares through the soul making an impression that he had prepared your funeral already.
"I promise I won't." He hung that jacket to my chair, and picked up the file I pointed at, wearing the glasses I had in my Cabinet.
I took a deep breath, with a sigh.
"My one punch will have you collecting your Jaw Mr. Kim, stop smiling." I had to tell him to collect himself. If anyone dared to fuck with him, I'd operate them right then and there.
"This way," he was following me like my personal lawyer, with a file in his hands, a white shirt, a gentleman like pants. A morally decent looking person.
There went mayhem in the ward, when I pushed the door open of the gallery. Tara was standing right in front of the room where Evan was admitted.
"Everyone can leave," I announced to all the crowd that was gathered to see the drama, "You all have ten seconds, if I see anyone other than assisting doctors here, I'd file an FIR against each one of them."
No one would fancy cops knocking at their door, but it's a sitcom if it's someone else's misery.
It barely took seconds to get the crowd disappear from the sight, everyone must've had the time of their life watching a lady defend and argue with four intimidating men's wearing a uniform.
"Ma'am, They say they are with a warrant to take the sentence of the Evan. He's still sleeping-"
"We are with a warrant, that child is framing a reputed man with a false accusations of sexual harassments."
"If his mind is working well to made up a story on the death bed, we are sure he can talk with us for fifteen minutes, we will leave."
"Dr. Tara, what's time duration allotted to meet the patient?" I ask her, maintaining an eye contact with the officer who was gazing me up and down.
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The Fairytale Of a Sinner
Mystery / Thriller"Deriving joy Outta misery of a sadist, tell me, is that a bad thing to do?"
