Miles To Go_Jelsa

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Atrial Septal Defect?

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He removed his mask, gloves and all the accessories as he came out of the operation theater and saw a family in the waiting area, he sighed frustratedly and walked up to them.

"How's papa?" A young girl asked desperately with her voice cracked and raspy, he looked at all the family members that were anxious to know everything and their faces were stained with tears.

"We couldn't save him, you were late to bring him here, there was too much internal bleeding." He said robotically and turned his back to them and quickly left the room but his ears still caught their heart piercing cries, he took in a deep breath and tried to relax himself.

He was always like this, no one's death affected him much because he always found his past heavier compared to these things, when you're alone and heart broken every other pain, sorrow starts to feel less because what can be worse than being alone, than having no one to care then how could someone's death affect him.

He went to the cafeteria and got himself his favorite mocha and sat alone on a table staring at his now empty cup, he also felt his life like this empty and hollow cup in front of him and there's no one to fill this cup. Maybe he will spend his whole life as an empty cup, he never saw much life ahead of him whenever he thought about his life only one thing came in his mind that because of his past he won't be able to live much and it will never leave him alone, it'll go with him to his grave and haunt him forever and he would not be able to trust any woman ever.

Every girl is the same, mean and worthless. Except his past, one more thing got him to hate women that every girl would throw herself on him even when they knew that he was a player and he would just use them and throw them away like trash. Do not they have any self respect? Of course not that's why they are worthless and stupid. 

"Jackson...what are you thinking boy?" He heard a thick Russian accent and looked up from his cup to the seat in front of him where now was sitting a man with long white beard and tattoos of naughty and nice on his arms.

He just shook his head in reply and again brought his attention to the cup. But this time he wasn't thinking anything, he was emptily looking at the empty cup like he was staring at his own reflection.

He was one of the best and handsomest doctors here and he was comparing himself with an empty cup, he sighed once again.

"Move on Jackson, you're only hurting yourself, she has moved on but you're still on the same spot where she left you." North tried to put pressure on his words but Jack looked at him with a frown on his face.

"I do not want to talk about this, especially I do not want to talk about her." He growled and stood up from the table as he walked out of the cafeteria and was walking through the corridors to his office when he stopped by a room hearing laughs, who was laughing in a hospital so heartily? It was a hospital where sick people come, people die here and survive, here people have dangerous diseases.

There was Dr Hamada in that room laughing about something and a glimpse of platinum blonde hair caught his eye.

"Ok ok ok one more joke, When I told a doctor about my memory loss guess what happened next?" There was mischief in the girl's voice, he couldn't see her face because her back was facing him but he could see Dr Hamada.

"What happened?" He was looking like he was going to laugh any moment now, his face was already red because of laughing so much.

"He made me pay in advance!" And they both bursted out laughing.