Silent whispers of love

~Chapter Three~

'Hey, Dr. Arnold was looking for you', Erwin approaches me through the corridor as I enter my department. I had an eight hour duty today. It should be an easy day, hopefully.

'when isn't he looking for me?', I joke as he chuckles, 'is anything wrong by the way?', I ask further.

'pretty much, yes. A patient had reported on him, accusing on giving the wrong prescriptions. They might drag this thing to the court saying it as a medical negligence.'

'oh, I should probably hurry then', I say looking around, 'where is he?'.

'he'd be at the ward number 3', Erwin says as I thank him and leave to meet Dr. Arnold.

He is my supervisor for the four year residency. Dr. Arnold is a forty two year old amiable man, who was born in the states and had moved to Germany at the age of six. He is a great doctor, and an even better person. I thank god almost every day for giving me a good senior doctor by far.

I enter the patients' ward searching for Dr. Arnold. There he was, talking to an old-aged patient. Probably telling-off her, for not taking the diet properly.

'Grandma, your son pays us about 200 euros per day for taking care of you. Please don't get his money wasted by refusing to eat like this', he scolded further, as the nurse proceeded to feed the old lady.

Taking notice of me standing beside, he turned towards me instantly.

'you asked for me, doctor?', I asked.

'yes. Go to my cabin and check the reports of patient number 68. They'll be placed on my desk. There is probably something wrong with the prescriptions, though. Go through them once and I'll send Erwin to collect them. He'd correct it.'

'okay, sir.' I say as I head towards his office, exiting the ward.

Dr. Arnold's office was by far the most spacious one. Still it looked the most stuffed with various documents, books and instruments. His daughter eventually had her things kept in here as well; she comes to the hospital almost thrice a month with him.

I head straight towards Dr. Arnold's desk and see the report placed on it. I sit on a nearby chair and begin reading through it. The patient was diabetic, and latest one reports hypoglycemia.

I quickly picked up the prescriptions and look for the earliest one. The insulin dosage wasn't divided properly. Instead of ten units before every meal thrice a day, it was thirty units once a day. I was reading the other prescriptions further when there was a knock on the door.

It must be Erwin, I thought.

'come in', I said without looking up, immersed in the papers, 'Erwin, please tell Dr. Arnold that the insulin dosage is not divided properly...'

Receiving no response from him, I finally looked up and...it wasn't Erwin.

It was the last person I would like to see right now...Ishaan.