The spark of endless fury

Part VI: A Surgeon's Tale (Mature)

Dr Mary Archer:

People underestimate the impact of stabbings they just assume that it can be patched up and the sufferer will turn out to be as right as rain in the end. 

The harsh reality is at best you will have a jagged scar that snakes up the injured area. The flesh around the the puncture hole will never be smooth again.Next will be the knock on effect on your physical health for some sufferers they have to be put in a wheelchair to recover and sometimes it can take months.

I am an elite trauma surgeon and my Job is to operate on sudden uncontrolled accidents Such as Car crashes, shootings or stabbings. I had a kind of power in my hands that could be used to save people. 

With this talent I made many friends and had so many people's lives that I had saved. My only hater was my protegee Alexander Oakley. However his hatred towards me was a lot more subtle, I could see it in his cold emerald eyes. It was an occasional piercing look or his sarcastic complements.

He was one of the most talented surgeons I have ever I known but he wasn't ready yet. His arrogance often got in the way of the patients best interest often  choosing financial gain over welfare of the patient.

His face flushed a shade of crimson as I shared the brutal cutting truth and flounced off. Eerily for days after he did not speak a word about the fateful conversation but brushed of my attempts to talk with a quiet shake of the head. 

One day for me everything changed, I had only stepped a few feet out of the hospital when I felt a piercing pain that sent me into a convulsing fit. As my vision began to darken I saw a pair of emerald green eyes baring into me.

When I saw the sadness in the doctors eyes I know there would be terrible news. The three stab wounds fractured a part of my spine leaving me paralyzed from the waist down It also affected my left arm.

The pain from hearing these cutting words hurt more than the stabbing enveloped my whole body, what hurt the most was the fact that I could have saved so many more lives If I never got hurt.

Soon the pain turned into anger as I remembered the emerald eyes, I started screaming about Alexander. "Alexander was the one that  saved you, he saw you being attacked and disarmed the attacker, he was the one that dragged you to the hospital and operated on you. He saved your life..."

I guess I was wrong about Alexander, I let my gut instinct get in the way. But something about those emerald eyes woke a kind of rage inside of me. 

I was living in a prison of luxury but I felt so incomplete, I spent my time in bed looking over some old news papers. There was  a story about a car crash/suicide and the unknown man had the same Emerald eyes.

After a few months of living in this state I decided I had have enough, I held a gun to my head with trembling hands, called the police and mumbled "It was Alexander Oakley"...

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