Hacked Chapter 10--- VIP Ward

                   

                 CHAPTER TEN

                    VIP WARD

It is the first time I will be travelling in the same bus as my colleagues. At first, I thought I wouldn't be comfortable being with them. But honestly, I was completely wrong. 

Here are my mates, chatting, blabbering and laughing together. 

"How can a doctor be this talkative?" I said in my mind, as i turned my face side way to look at the girl sitting next to me at the second to the last row of the coastal bus. 

"My name is Tinuade". She turned towards my side to start conversion with me. " I am", 

"Aliyah, I know your name. As a matter of fact, I know your surname. Aliyah Serah Akinlabi". She interrupted me. But I was glad that I don't have to stress over the introduction.

She blabbed all the way, jumping from one topic to another. We didn't even know the time we arrived at our destination. Having to talk to her at first, pissed me up. But here I am, giving opinions and talking about my views at every occasion. That was the first time, in so many years I will be conversing with any other person aside Stephanie for a long time.

The student quarter is located within the hospital's vicinity. Each room painted in butter colour has three beds each. 

I stayed in room 56 with Tinuade and Ebere, the Igbo girl, who having stayed six years in Yoruba land, couldn't say Good morning properly in Yoruba language and was already complaining about the Yoruba stew served at the canteen, because it was prepared with palm oil, in just two days that we arrived.

Me having to meet my patients for the first time, during our first ward round on Tuesday got me excited.

However, going through one of the patient's medical history, he seems to be in the VIP Ward. I was quite taken aback, because I didn't't know what to expect.

The patient has repeatedly copulated with his pet dog, whom he regards to as his girlfriend. He is also diagnosed with the effects of hard drugs.

I have been assigned to learn from Doctor Robert. He came right in time as I had just entered his office to wait for him, around 8am on that faithful Tuesday's morning.

"Good morning sir" I said "good morning" he replied softly. I didn't say anything after this. I thought I should give him time to settle down. My face downward now. 

He cleared his throat as he says" Oh are you the student doctor assistance? " Yes sir" I replied, as I raised my head, now looking straight into his eyes. He continued, " are you the only one?" "I think so" I said, as I was not sure if there are other students assigned to him.

" Very well then, let's start the work for the day" he said, as he stood up from his black executive office chair.

"We will get to the VIP wards and then to the general wards. You don't have to mind all these rich patients, they sometimes can be disrespectful and annoying. You just be professional with them. As you are a lady, some of them might even say they will marry you. Just be professional, as best as you can". Doctor Robert warns, as we made our way to one of the rooms painted in white and ash, on the next block after his office, which immediately occurred to me, to be one of the VIP wards, because of it appearance. It looks tidy and a bit quieter than the other parts of the block.

" VIP Ward 2", I read with my mind, trying to commit it to my memory. 

Dr Robert opened the door. There, lied the patient, whose history I had gone through earlier, that morning " Good morning Mr John Kay, how are you this morning? ". Doctor Robert exclaimed with an exciting voice.

"I am fine, I'm alright", the patient replied with an American accent. " How're you too buddy?, oh! I see you got yourself here, some associates", Hello, how're you doing?" He looked towards me raising his head high.

I stretched out from behind Dr Robert where I stood, to say my greetings just like him. But what I saw gave me goosebumps. Lo and behold. It was Kunle, my secondary school classmate. The most brilliant boy.

A lot of thoughts and questions came I'm rushing into my mind but its like i didn't have the time to ruminate on them. Especially, when our we have already made an eye contact. Kunle, to my surprise, recognized me.

"Excuse me please, O ma God I know you. Alia?" He called my name with his American accent. "Kunle, best student, Oh God, how are you? Its been ages." We couldn't go further than that because Doctor Robert told me to postpone my greetings to the time I come visiting. 

"You are on call" He said. 

I promised Kunle that i will come visiting later, when I am free.