THE CHURCH GIRL

Chapter 13

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The mother gasped in terror and fell on her seat releasing fresh tears,"You expect me to sign my daughter's death sentence to you, just like that?. I don't even know you, or what kind of doctor you are or even your years of experience if there is any or even a success rate of this".

Now that got my attention,"No ma'am, I expect you to sign it off to God with faith. I'm not even sure I can do this, is better to try than let her suffer like that and eventually die. I know how you feel ma'am, but you need to make a decision in less than ten minutes. I am sure you haven't had a wink of sleep the entire night, me neither. Just think about it with your family, I will be in my office if you need me".

I turned to leave when she spoke up again,"But her father and brother aren't here yet. They are still on a plane on their way. How am I supposed to sign my daughter off without their consent?".

"I'm sorry ma'am, but we can't wait any longer. Is up to you, and the family here. I'm sorry", I left the room and went straight to my office. I was about to lock the door when Julia was fast enough to get in before I did. She turned the lock in and then sat across from me on the leather seat.

"Naomi, call your mom and talk to her. I'm your bestfriend, but right now, I have no idea the kind of words to say to you. I'm gonna leave you alone for a bit, please don't cry instead of calling. I got my eyes on you Naomi", she warned as I sniffed. She left the office to me dictating whether to call or not, then I ended up doing so.

"Mama?", I called out after the third ring and her voice collided with mine.

"Sweetheart, I'm right here honey",

Then without thinking I broke down on the phone with her consoling me.

"I have been watching the news honey, and there still hasn't been an update on the little girl's condition since the family insist it to be private. Tell me what's going on Naomi".

"Mama, ...I...I can't. ..I can't do it. I can't operate...on her....", I said with my voice breaking up with every word.

"Honey calm down and talk to me".

"Mom is like staring at Junior all over again and me failing" I said with a clear sniff. Her silence made me understand she now understood what I was trying to say.

"Awww my babygirl", she let out a little laugh to get me comfortable, "seems you forgot who your God is huh. Okay let's see it this way, what if God in a way, wants you to have a second chance at life to save another person because Maybe, just maybe, it was Junior's time and nothing could be done about it?", I sniffed and whispered in agreement even though I didn't even believe that myself but my faith was all I had at that moment, "Go tell that woman you will save her little girl and you are sure about that because a higher power says so. Don't doubt your gift, you my darling girl, isn't ordinary, and if this is a way to remake life, let yourself be used. I love you so much and even though you still aren't saying a word, I know exactly what want to say and yes baby, you are special. Call me when she wakes up, I love you Nam". My eyes shot up. Junior was the only one that ever called me Nam. I was so young but I had read and studied everything just for his sake. When my mother Called me that, everything just felt right suddenly.

I felt like giving it all my all because the sudden rush of energy going through my body felt amazing. I had trained for so many years at a young age and even when I was ready to pass the tests for training, I still kept postponing the tests till Julia pushed me to do it together. Now I am a full doctor and Samantha decided to hide my plate for me to think I wasn't ready yet.

I walked out of my office, walked straight to the mother of the patient and sat next to her. She was alone now. Her eyes were red and bulky. Looked like she had been crying for hours and she looked dehydrated. I got back up, went to the vending machine and got a bottle of cold water, walked back to her, sat down and handed it over to her. She stared at it for a couple seconds and took it. She slowly opened the lid and gulped down a little bit, then followed with big gulps as she let out a loud sigh of satisfaction.

"When I was almost in my final year of medical school I was already a doctor's assist in the OR. I was so good at stitching that I felt it was too easy so I started delving into the hardest parts of the human body which were the connective sensitive tissues. I never really paid attention to them because they were such rare cases, there was no one to even practice on", she turned to me with a smile.

"So you quit?", she asked almost like a whisper. I laughed and shook my head no.

"My brother died here. He had that rare case I wasn't serious about learning about just like your little girl in there and I thought I was ready, so they gave me a chance to assess and direct. I touched the wrong tissue and that was the last time I saw him", she let out a little sorry and a tear dropped. I smiled at her, "I have always blames myself and asked maybe if I was serious, maybe if I studied a bit more, I could have saved him but at the same time, what if he lived? Would I have continued to study this, because I know I wouldn't. But what if this second chance is for your daughter. I know I can save her, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that?".

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