Chapter 57 Criminal Things
Eden’s Point of View
I adjusted my hair as I stepped back into the Doctor’s lounge, and Lola was already waiting there to capture me. She dragged me by the arm towards a seat, but I was relieved that I didn’t need to deal with this alone.
“Did he fall for it?” She asked curiously, and I nodded, at least that is what I think he did. It was also possible that he was trying to trick me, but this time I was going to be a step faster. Lola looked around, and only when she was sure no one was coming, she grabbed my hands, pressing a small container into my hands.
I glanced down at it; confusion tugged at my eyebrows. “What is it?” I asked, glancing at the clear container, and she covered it quickly just as soon as someone walked into the room.
“Keep it away.” She whispered in my ear, and I nodded, keeping the container in my pocket.
“It’s to help you.” She continued. “It’s a sedative, strong enough to knock out even an elephant.”
My eyes widened. I had been thinking about getting something like this, because I need him to sleep, and I have never seen him sleep. Lola and I shared a glance at each other, and then we both burst out laughing.
“I was thinking about how not to get throttled to death when he catches me snooping around on his phone,” I said in between my laugh, and she slapped my back playfully—It wasn’t even funny, but that was the best laugh I have ever had.
“What about the prescription?”
“Just two drops in his drink—not water, it might make the water slightly colored.” She told me, and I nodded.
“Dr. Eden?” My head snapped up, and it was one of the nurses in the reception.
“Yes…” I got up, wondering if there was something I needed to attend to. “There is someone who is in the reception looking for you?” She said, and I felt my eyebrows shoot up almost immediately. “Some Mrs. Brown.”
“I’ll be there,” I say, and she nods before leaving.
I followed through, leaving Lola for a minute. She said she had to attend to some of her patients. I didn’t ask, but I think she mentioned being a general surgeon, so she seemed to have more rounds than me. I met with this woman at the reception; she was older, probably in her mid-50s, her eyes were lovely, grey and hollow. She wore a black trench coat, allowing her brown hair to fall to her shoulders.
I stared hard and close but I couldn’t recognize the woman.
“Is this Dr. Eden?” she asked the nurse, a little bit loud, and since I am here, I decided to answer instead.
“Yes, I am, and I don’t remember knowing you,” I say in a light voice, and a small smile cracked her face. “Do you have a patient under my care?”
“Yeah, you spoke to me on the phone, Sabrina Brown, do you remember?” She continued when I didn’t seem to pick up any of the hints she was dropping. “I am Sylvia’s mother.”
“Oh.” My eyebrows shot up, and I neared her quickly, everything finally sinking in. “Mrs. Brown.”
“I was surprised when they told you me you don’t work in the gynecology department.” She continued as we both sat down on one of the steel chairs in the lobby. “And you didn’t even treat her, so I was wondering why she seemed so personal to you.”
“Because I was there,” I finally found the strength to speak. “I saw the way Sylvia broke down, it seemed like the world ended for her—I knew that kind of pain was something beyond a doctor’s profession. There was no drug, no painkiller or sedative that could numb the pain in the heart—especially one that isn’t physical.”
She was quiet, but nodded. “I never liked Henry, because he got my daughter pregnant, especially when I wanted her to go to college.” She continued. “She is only 21 years old. I felt she was too young; she has a life outside of marriage. She would make a good lawyer, or so I thought, because I was a mother who wanted to protect her daughter, but I was resented instead.”
I quieted, as I watched, grappling with her own emotions; she was trembling with pain and anger. “And honestly, when I found out she was pregnant, I wished the boy abandoned her, so she could return to me, crying, miserable, and realizing that she was wrong. It was selfish, but I was a mother.” She continued, grabbing the hem of her dress. “But I got even angrier when Henry came to my house proposing to marry my daughter.”
She wiped the tears from her cheeks.
“He was such a sweet boy, and he loved her—she loved him too, a little more than she would ever love me, because she was willing to abandon her ideals for him, and they got married anyway, whether I wanted it or not, so I angrily cut off all ties with her.” She gritted her teeth. “I didn’t stop talking to her, not because I didn’t love her anymore, but because I felt betrayed. But I want to thank you for being so kind towards my daughter—she didn’t think I would come, especially after how our last conversation ended.”
She suddenly grabbed both of my hands, tears streaming down her face.
“Now that I sit here and think about everything, I realize I should have been more supportive of her decision.” She sobbed. “Thank you, Doctor. Thank you for bringing me back to my senses. Not every doctor will do that as it is now beyond their profession.”
I was sad, but happy for Sylvia, despite getting on the wrong foot with Mrs. Brown, I realized that she wasn’t a bad mother.
I did some surgeries on a patient during the early hours of the morning. He got into an accident, he broke his ribs and punctured his lungs, it was a close call, but I saved him. Spending nearly 4 hours in the theatre, but now that I am done, my entire body feels like it is on fire. I was tired, sleepy, and ready to go home.
I stopped by the wine store, before getting home, I got a fruit wine—the one I would be using to drug my dear husband.
I smirked to myself, let’s see who is a better actor, Theron or me?