Galina

Chapter one

There's indeed no rest for the wicked. "Screw whoever invented alarm clocks! "... I said to myself as I struggled to get up. I am so tired. I can't believe it's already morning. If I had my way, I would just throw the damn clock as hard as I can against the wall but what use will that be? Not when Mrs. Bentsil is around. She will replace it with a much louder one by the time I return from work. Silly old woman. Can't live with her nosy attitude and definitely can not live without her motherly affection. Now fully awake,  I remembered she has a family emergency and I was home alone. Not sure if I should be happy or not.

With Mrs. Bentsil my housekeeper and cook away, I had to tidy up my room and make my own breakfast. There isn't much to clean anyway,  I barely stay at home what with all the work I do. I just hate the fact that I had to cook. It's not that I can't cook, the issue is that  these silly hands of mine are just too busy to idle in a kitchen.  When I have to, I really do well in that department too. I know  I can make a career out of my culinary skills. To make matters worse,  Mrs. Bentsil will never allow me to cook. I really don't know what I'd do without her. That woman can read me like a book! She knows me better than the inside of her palms.

The noise from the clock broke my thoughts, bringing me back to reality. Reaching to grab it, I looked at the time.
Goodness! I blinked, checked my phone to be sure the time was correct. How did I sleep till 9am? How long had the clock been going off? Did I really sleep through that? Gee! I'm supposed to be at the hospital at exactly 10am. Where are those genies when you need them? If only I could stop time.

Feeding Timmy, my dog, I quickly showered, the shortest I've had in years and changed into a grey suit with a white cold shoulder top in less time than a quick change artist.

The drive to Wemah Grant Hospital was even faster than I anticipated. Traffic was low plus I drove like a mad cow. I still wonder how I didn't attract any ticket for reckless driving. Someone upstairs must love me so much.

Without going to my office,  I went straight to the accident room which is almost always busy. With a practiced glance at the patients,  I sent the junior nurses to deal with the less urgent cases.  The Casualty Officer was already at post and had attended to quite a few of the patients. A loud noise on the corridor leading to the casualty room caught our attention.  A Senior Nursing Officer,  Sister Franca Sey (yes she's a nun) entered seconds later with a man who had been stabbed twice in the chest. Instead of calling for the ambulance,  a stranger drove him to the hospital. We had to make him give his report to the police on duty. Good thing now we have a police desk at the hospital to deal with such cases. Hitherto,  we couldn't have touched this man without a police report. A lot has changed. 

The man was bleeding profusely although his wounds weren't so deep on inspection.  Together with my team,  we began connecting up the various monitoring tubes and checking his vital statistics.  Leaving the business of his identity, address and family to the junior nurses,  I quickly had him x-rayed and sent to theater where an operation was to be conducted.  He was much tougher than we all assumed and had to give him more shots of sedatives before we got him calmed.  Two hours later,  he was all cleaned up and sent to one of the emergency rooms for recovery.

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