Chapter 2
From one side, the hospital's elongated corridors spread afar towards a distant. Its dimmed light radiated the area with a certain dark gloom, fuelling further the fire of Rita's despair. Heck, the scattered pieces of glassware don't even compare to the feelings that dawns over her this very moment...being a final med student, doesn't help on that part either.
"Hands clinched, pale face, cold sweats..." Rita murmurs, gushes of tears begin to descand their down her face yet again. "I-It..can...can only mean one thing. A-a...h-h-h-heart-attack..."
She was in shock and still is. Pacing the white marble floor back and forth, she wasn't prepared for this at all. She may study all the cases there is, but there's nothing more real than a smack from reality. Especially when it happens to your close ones, even the pro of all pros doctor would have reacted that way. It's what makes us humans, human.
The sirens of the ambulance started to echo louder and louder in her ear, and her eyes envisions the flashing images of what occured two hours ago;
Her body on the floor.
Her body curled an unusal posture.
Her body completely...lesslife.
Lifeless.
As the clock dances its normal rhymth passing into midnight, not a single word has been uttered about her grandmother's condition. Nothing. Just deadly silence.
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It wasn't till the sun had awaken from its sleep that Dr. Atichart placed the final stitches on his patient. The elderly woman, perhaps in her 80's, was rushed into the emergency room the previous night after having suffered a plaque rupture to the right cononary artery.
"Arrr, all done. Now that was tough!"
Dr. Atichart declares with great satisfication.
"Please relocate her into the ICU unit ASAP. Keep a close eye on her..." he begins to remove his surgical germants and rids the sweat of his rigid brows. "...And I'll be back to check her progress...real soon," as he examines over her quickly for one last time.
"Yes doctor," came out a rough, diluted voice.
"Thanks mate." Old habit dies hard, after studying abroad for eight pack years, it seemed almost impossible to get rid of his thick ozzie accent.
He pat his companions on the back, eyes closing involunterally as he did so, and left the operation theater. The others followed suit - except for one;the male nurse who's responsible moving her into other ward. There, a man in white stood.
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As he walked out of the operation theater, trying to catch some fresh air while wiping the remaining sweats...he literally got harassed by a person. After what may seem hours to Dr. Atichart, it felt like mere seconds to her.
"Doc! How's my grandmother?!?!"
"She's fine...her condition is stable for now. I'll need to examine her progress later on...till then, we'll just need to wait."
"F-Fine?" She let out a sigh of relief. "Can I go see her doc??"
He nodded in agreement. "Of course you can, she'll be in the ICU soon."
"T-Thanks!"
"Hey, but Miss...it would be better if you keep the visit short...okay?"
Rita was long gone before he could finish his sentence. She stormed towards ICU...ignoring everything along the way.
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Back in the operation theater, the same smile was seen again as he push the metallic bed to its next designated crime scene.
