"Some exes deserve to be stoned to death." Well, you can't blame her for thinking that.
Freya was already tired from standing long hours during surgery. It was exhausting, all the effort, pressure, and stress involved in trying to save something such as human breath. Especially when it has to do with her sharing the theatre with her ex and his newfound girlfriend. Wilhelm was standing close to his new girlfriend, Ingrid.
She is an excellent doctor and profound surgeon. No matter how hard she tried to change hospitals to avoid meeting Wilhelm, her ex-boyfriend who was also a doctor here and now his parading through the corridors with his girlfriend, who works here and is also a doctor.
However, she changed her mind when her colleagues begged her to stay, especially her best friend Anika.
After several hours of standing performing surgery, it finally came to an end.
" Proceed with suturing," she said to her assistant.
She handed over the suturing part to a team member and wished to get out of there as soon as possible. She left the operating room soon after to meet with the patient's relatives.
"The operation was a success. Everything went as planned, and there were no complications. He'll need some time to wake up, but so far, everything looks good. You can see him soon, but for now, he needs to rest. I'll have the nurse update you on the next steps."
After informing them, she bid farewell to the family, She saw Wilhelm and Ingrid also leaving the theatre. He politely waved to the patient's family and headed to another room to change clothes.
She followed behind them and discreetly observed the smiles they exchanged and occasional touches to each other arms. She wondered why she tortured herself as much by doing that.
" What is keeping you so engrossed in watching them? are you a jealous observer?" She heard the voice of her best friend, Anika, who snapped her out of her thoughts.
Her being confused could only mutter, "What?"
Anika approached her and explained, smiling, "You may come off as a jealous observer. Why do you keep watching those two, huh?"
"I don't know,Anika, I can't help it. it's like I'm always drawn to him."
" If you were homosexual my friend, I would volunteer to make you forget about him completely, I mean, look at me. I'm sexy enough, got big boobs and all. Perhaps you might change your mind. Do you know what you need? Find a muscular young, handsome man with broad shoulders, chiselled abs, you know to forget about that idiot Wilhelm quickly," Anika said bluntly, trying all possible ways to help her get over Wilhelm
She just shook her head smiling and once again glanced at the two as they turned, remembering Wilhelm's words.
"I tried, but you're too passive for me. And I don't just mean in bed-it's who you are. You're always so obedient, so careful. You never act on impulse, never push back. And I'm different-I crave someone with a firm hand, someone who challenges me, someone who takes what they want. You're an incredible woman, truly, but you're not the kind of woman I see myself spending my life with. There's no point in staying together just to avoid hurting you. That's not fair to either of us. Let's just end this. I need to think about myself too."
Wilhelm's voice when he left her that day at her house after the discovery of betrayal still echoed in her mind. Was I that predictable? Too obedient and perhaps too idle on bed? Was not liking to take risks a bad thing?
She was eager to change her clothes and go home. Her shift had ended, and she just wanted to go home and take a soak in a bathtub. She said goodbye to Anika and went to the locker room, where she changed clothes, them returned to her office to collect her belongings before leaving. it was already midnight, and she had performed several surgeries that day. As she headed towards the reception area, she noticed an unusual commotion.
She heard screams and noticed that some armed men had entered the facility, bringing with them injured men. They pointed a gun at Anika and asked where the doctor was.
"I'm a doctor," she said, drawing the attention of the men and pulling them away from her friend. She was apprehensive but couldn't show her fear.
One of them approached, pointing a gun at her and ordering her to save the Injured 's life who was in front of her, while she struggled to remain calm. The man in front of her requested that other doctors be brought . At that moment, Wilhelm and his girlfriend also appeared at the scene, drawn by the noises perhaps, and had guns pointed at them.
She didn't even want to talk to them, but she had no choice.
"Take care of these patients, while I attend to the other," she said to Wilhelm and his girlfriend, then turning to the armed man, she added, Take the others wherever these doctors indicate and you follow me."
She acted quickly , without waiting for questions from the man in front of her. She turned and began to walk ahead of them, realizing the man was following her.
" Put him on the stretcher," she ordered, grabbing some gloves to examine the patient while the other armed men watched from the room.
She opened the shirt of the man lying down on a stretcher with scissors. He was a young man, probably the same age as her if not older, and his body was covered with tattoos. The patient was conscious and seemed to be in a great deal of pain.
"The bullet didn't go through much deeper, I need to remove it. it would be better to take him to the theatre."
The man on the stretcher looked at her strangely and immediately responded," Doctor, I don't need to be anesthesized. Just take the damn bullet out of me right here and now. it's not the first time I can handle it."
She was surprised to hear what the man said. She doubted there was anyone brave enough not to want to work anesthesized and go through a painful procedure while conscious.
" Well, if you say so, but I have to warn you, it's going to hurt a lot." she still tried to convince him.
The armed men who were standing nearby approached closer and spoke directly, "We can't risk someone finding us and him being unconscious. it's pretty dangerous, so just go ahead with your job doctor, remove the bullet, and don't you dare let him die." he said, finishing the sentence close to her ear.
She had sworn to save lives, and it didn't matter if it was that of a criminal; it was still a life. She handed the man a towel to bite on when the pain became unbearable.
She gathered everything she needed, cut open the man's shirt, and began to clean the injury to locate the bullet. Then, she used tweezers to try and remove the projectile, which was lodged in the left shoulder and hadn't hit any vital points.