Chapter 127: Ferguson
Chapter 127: Ferguson
Sylvia's pov.
After being dropped off at the facility by one of the drivers who had been assigned to me, I worked at my station documenting the patients and their conditions before sending them to Dr Kate.
I relaxed back into the chair, a sigh of exhaustion escaping my lips as I closed my eyes for a brief second. A minute later, a voice called out to me with a light tapping, “Tired already?”
Dr Kate stood over me, her features stoic and her head held high as always.
I scrambled to my feet, “No, no, of course not,” straightening my blouse and grinning from ear to ear.
Dr Kate's eyes narrowed, a silent hum escaped her lips before she handed me a tablet, “Go and check on the new patient, ward 007, take his parameter and other vitals, I'll be with you shortly.”
My heart skipped a beat in excitement, this would be the first time attending to one of the patients as I had never been given clearance beforehand.
“Alright, I'll get right to it then,” I assured her but Dr Kate merely nodded, turning her gaze away and striding off, her heels clicking loudly on the tiles as she disappeared.
I released a breath I didn't know I was holding, glancing down at the tablet in my hand, “Mr Raymond Ferguson,” I muttered under my breath while I made my way to ward 007.
I pushed the door open to his private ward, lifting my gaze to stare at the man. Mr Raymond looked like he was in his late seventies, a head filled with white hair parted at the side, light blue eyes and rather chubby face.
“Good day Mr Ferguson.”
The man offered me the kindest of smiles and for a second, I didn't believe that he was truly a patient who was ill, “Good morning doctor, I assume you would be the one taking care of me?”
Doctor??
“Oh, no… I'm not a doctor,” I chuckled as I corrected him.
Mr Ferguson lifted a brow, and a confused look etched on his face, “But you are the one taking care of me, is that not?”
I thought for a moment, “Ehhhh, I mean, yeah, but I am not a doctor, I'm more like an assistant.”
“So a nurse?”
I was neither a nurse nor a doctor and honestly, my job was more of recording and documenting reports, this was the first time I would be attending to patients.
I offered a tightlipped smile, “Let's go with that.”
He sat on the ward bed while I assumed a position on the stool, just the way I'd seen Dr Kate do.
According to the tablet I held, he was a new patient and so I would just be taking other details like his age, next of kin amongst others.
I took his vitals, temperature, weight, ran a few physical therapy tests and that was all. Mr Ferguson returned back to his bed with an exhausted sigh.
"Is that all?" Mr Ferguson asked after I finished jotting down the last few notes.
I glanced at the tablet.
"For now, yes."
"Good." He released a long breath and leaned back against the headboard. "I don't think these old bones can handle much more poking and prodding."
A laugh escaped me, "You did well, plus, you don't look a day over 40.”
"That's what my wife says every time I manage to get out of bed without falling."
My smile widened as we both chuckled.
"You have a wife?"
"Twenty-five years." His eyes glazed over as though reminiscing
My eyes widened. "That's a really long time."
All he did was smile.
There wasn't much information on his condition, only that he had been referred by someone.
"You were recommended here?" I asked.
Mr Ferguson paused for a second, as though contemplating, “Yes, by a friend of mine,” a tight-lipped smile followed after.
I waited for him to continue, which after looking awkward for a while he continued, his expression hardened, “A friend at work, I told him about my condition, he said he knew someone,” shrugging afterwards.
"The doctors say it's rare. No cure. No treatment. Just medication to slow it down."
The words settled heavily between us.
Where have I heard those words before? I thought to myself.
“So you came to him,”
Dr Maksim.
He cast me a side look, "When someone tells you there is even the smallest chance of getting better, you take it."
His eyes drifted toward the window, you could tell he had left a lot by being here, “It wasn't easy leaving, but I just had to.”
A painful lump formed in my throat.
"But if it means I can go back healthy..." his smile returned. "Then it'll be worth it."
For a moment neither of us spoke.
I simply sat there.
Because for the first time since arriving here, I wasn't looking at charts or reports or numbers on a screen.
I was looking at a person, someone who had exhausted every option, had nowhere else to go.
Someone like me.
What Dr Maksim has built here was the last resort, something out of this universe, maybe even granted miracles to those who have lost all hope.
And I was thankful I was going to be a part of that change. A small smile crawled to the corners of my lips, “I'm sure he won't let you down,” something in me assured.
Mr Ferguson returned the smile and nodded, believing the same.
Perhaps it was because I wanted this to work just as much, hence why I was so sure. If this was going to work for my mother, then there was only one person that could help and would be very interested in this.
Professor Donald.
“That would be all, I'll just… take this up,” taking my leave. Now the determination had only surged further, I needed to find Donald and get him involved in this, one way or the other.