Chapter 38 038
Danica's POV
Although my composure remained smooth and calm throughout the three hours I spent in surgery with a few nurses, the minute it ended, I became a nervous mess.
I was anything but composed or calm. I freaked out silently even as a stable monitor glared at me occasionally.
I spent one more hour checking thoroughly for any mishaps or anything that needs reduction or addition. Everything became perfect except the consciousness of the patient himself.
There was no single sign that he would be waking up anytime soon and he should. With this kind of record on his monitor, he should be awake by now. But there have been cases in the past where a patient woke up only after seven hours. Perhaps, I just needed to wait for five more hours...
My eyes fell on the clock behind me and I realized it was late into the afternoon. There was still enough time to watch his progress.
And I forgot to think about the fact that Renee was definitely a devil from the pit of hell sent to torment my life.
She made the hours of waiting a fucking joke. I barely had any time to monitor my patient's progress because she made me do several other tasks that weren't even meant for a trial student who had just completed her last surgery and was waiting for a good result.
Then the patient's guardian came to visit at her usual time. I knew that much because I've seen her here a few times during the last week but she suddenly threw a fit, asking for her mate when she didn't find him in his ward.
I mean, did she forget so quickly that she signed a surgery consent form? The sudden drama was definitely beyond me. I simply shrugged as I sneaked back into the intensive care unit, checking out for changes in the patient.
Wolves with dying mates really are energetic, aren't they? I mean, I could hear her voice audibly from here. Probably everyone at the clinic could too.
The first thing I picked up amidst her yells were 'I NEVER GAVE A SURGERY CONSENT!' The doctor told me the chances of survival were a fleeting one percent. I couldn't risk losing my mate so I rejected the form!
The yells continued and I felt my chest tighten painfully as I strode out of the ICU, hoping to hell that this entire drama wasn't what I thought it was.
'I was going to spend whatever number of days he had left right by his side. I even took a leave at work. But now you just had to take even that away from me!' The yells continued into broken cries and I staggered on my feet.
It wasn't what I thought, right? I wasn't tricked into performing a surgery with a forged consent form, was I?
The questions reeled desperately in my head as I took the slowest strides out of the ICU and into the hallway that led to the loud scene the woman was making.
Her next words and the response that followed made me stop dead in my tracks.
"Who was it?!! Who is the bastard that had the guts to go ahead with the surgery when I never gave my consent? Who the hell is it?!!!" She yelled, and I could practically taste her fury.
"It was a trial candidate... Danica. She led the surgery and ended it a few hours ago." Someone responded and my heart instantly lurched in my throat.
Why didn't she add the fact that I was given the surgery by Doctor Renee herself? Why was she leaving that fact out?
"A... A trial candidate? How could the doctor allow a trial candidate to work on my mate? How could she?!!" The woman's screams became louder, heart wrenching. She was hurting and I could feel it.
"I'm sure Doctor Renee doesn't know about this. She would never in her right mind make the decision to give an important surgery to a trial candidate" whoever it was responded and I froze in a fucking spot.
Did she... Did she just say that to the woman? That was a lie. I would never have carried out a surgery in trial without an order to do so. I wasn't that stupid.
Did Renee put her up to it? Was she told to lie so Renee could save face while I get blamed for something that isn't even my fault?
'Oh it'll be your fault eventually, Danica' a voice whispered in my head and I bit my lips so hard it stung.
That's right. If the patient doesn't recover, it'll still be my fault and I knew that so well because I was given an option to give up the surgery but I didn't. I was so sure that I could do it. But right now with a yelling mate and a non-progressive patient, I was starting to blame myself for being so relentless.
But before anything, I had to see Renee. And ask her why I was given a consent form only for the guardian to come and say she signed none.
I needed an explanation and I sure as hell would get one.
I stormed into her office without as much as a knock. Maybe she deserved that much.
"Such insolence!" She barked as she glared up at me, stunned that a worker here would barg into her office in all glory.
Well, she's in for more surprises!
"Doctor Renee, why am I suddenly getting blamed for performing that surgery?" I demanded, chest rising and falling in strictly controlled breaths.
Her glare subsided, replaced by a raise of her brow.
"You dare to ask me why." She muttered, more like a statement than it was a question.
"You were the doctor in charge, am I right? But your patient hasn't even shown any visible signs of consciousness yet you ask me why?" She continued and I felt my insides boil with fury.
"I'm asking you why the patient's guardian is suddenly all over the clinic, claiming she gave no consent, Doctor Renee. Surely I need not remind you of the meaning behind such simple basic English, do I?" I retorted sharply, making her brow irk up slightly in surprise.
I just talked back at her.
And she looked taken aback, then amused, then angry.
"Did you forged the consent you showed to me? Why? For what reason? To rob off his guardian's little hope of having to spend the time she deserved with her mate? To spite me? To make me take the blame when he dies and have me killed in front of the pack for doing something else entirely different from what I was meant to do?" I counted out the lists, my anger overshadowing all other senses of reasoning.
Lashing out would get me nowhere, but I needed to let her know how wrong this was if she had no idea.
"If you have any conscience at all, 'Doctor' Renee! You're going to go out there and apologize to that woman like a normal person should..." I continued, but a resounding slap cut me short.
Of course, she was never one to listen to a nobody speak.
"You know I keep wondering how you became a doctor when an assassin fits you better..." I continued, ignoring the stinging pain in my cheek and she rewarded me with a harder smack.
I winced, tasting blood in my mouth but I didn't stop.
"Your dirty secrets could never remain a secret even if I get executed on the cross, Doctor. Alexander would find out anyway. Who knows who he assigned today to spy and report everything that happens here back to him?" I muttered and a third slap collided with the same cheek.
It burned. Painfully. But I knew my words had an effect on her. I saw her left brow twitch when I mentioned a spy. If I couldn't get back at her or hit her. I would make her a restless mess. And this would last a while because she believed me. I could see it in her eyes.
"It could be me. One of the nurses. Or even 'Sarah' your precious assistant. She could pretend to serve you and be loyal to Alexander at the same time. Unlike you, he's her Alpha. She could never slip up an order like that" I continued, stubbornly.
Another hit!
I'd gotten the name Sarah from the identity tag of the doctor that attended to that woman. A bitchy liar, just like the woman that sent her.
"Imagine the one person you orchestrated this whole thing with giving Alexander the full detail of what you put her up to..." I trailed off, proudly letting my tears fall as the sting became overbearing.