Lost Love
Part 174 ~ Operating Room
"You know the same ...."
"Doctor Ara, the patient is already in the operating room" said a nurse managed to stop Ara's sentence who wanted to know who was lying on the floor of her house covered in blood.
"Here you go, baby, you want to work." With forced Ara cut off the phone and went into the operating room to deal with the victims of the accident a few days ago his condition has not stabilized completely.
Throughout in the operating room, Ara's mind could not calm down because of the words of her daughter. Fear that someone she cares about is hurt.
"Doctor, there's bleeding!" assistant said.
Ara immediately regained her senses and accelerated her hand movements to stop the bleeding. Long time the girl had to stop the bleeding, even a splash of her blood hit the mask worn by Ara.
Fortunately it is not a contagious disease, or the girl will be infected. A sigh of relief is heard when the curve of the monitor on the ECG device runs normally.
A few hours later, Ara managed to save the patient and came out of the operating room with a stable condition.
The girl took off the mask and the clothes she was wearing and threw them into the box in front of the operating room. He looked down while hiding his face in the folds of his hand.
"Drink first!" Someone poured drinking water on Ara.
The girl looked up and smiled with her pale face. Without warning Ara immediately hugged Edgar to calm down.
"I almost killed the patient, Edgar," said Ara. Sorry for not being able to focus while in the operating room. Somehow the hysterical Ara is if someone dies on her operating table.
"Look down, this happens to doctors often. We are not God who can save lives, let alone restore them. We are just intermediaries to relieve the pain of the human body," said Edgar patting Ara's back slowly. "Drink first."
Ara nodded slowly after releasing her embrace. Sipping a bottle of water until half then the feeling becomes a little calm. Ara did not understand why her heart was beating so hard and thoughts continued to drift on the words of her daughter a few hours ago.
The girl and Edgar stepped out of the operating room while talking about some illnesses they had encountered in the past month.
Not only in Indonesia, but in other countries as well.
"Ra, isn't that your mother?" Edgar pointed at the woman who had just stepped out of the elevator. Ara who saw it then ran to approach the mother.
Kirana let out a long sigh before replying, moreover looking at Ara's slightly disheveled appearance.
"Samuel was beaten with his father until he was unconscious. Now he's in the VIP room on the 4th floor, unit ...."
"Thank You Mother."
Without caring for anyone due to her worry, Ara ran into the elevator that happened to be open. Push the number 4 button to get to Samuel's room quickly.
Despite saying no matter, it cannot be denied Ara is still worried about the condition of her former fiance.
"Stupid, why did he have to meet dad? Not ...." The sentence Ara stopped when he saw the clock hand already showed the number 1 noon, whereas Samuel's flight at 12 noon.
Ara closed her eyes before opening the door of Samuel's ward. Pushing the door slowly just to make sure who was inside.
It turned out that there was no one other than Samuel himself who was lying down with an infusion hose in his hand, as well as some bruises on the face. He approached the cage and sat down on the available seats.
"I shouldn't have said that even meeting you as a patient I didn't want to. I forget, often the doctor's words become real," said Ara rubbing a bruise on the face of her ex-fiance.
A doctor, especially if you are in the hospital, should be careful if you say something. Especially sentences.
It's lonely today, isn't it?
As if juggled, then various patients will come either accident victims or just patients who are in the hospital experience a drastic decrease.
Strange but it feels very real. Either only part of the hospital or the whole.
"You shouldn't have met Dad, brother. He's still a grudge. Now look what happened, you're now in the hospital because of me."
"Until when will you be selfish and stubborn? Is 14 years not enough time for you to become more mature?"
Ara kept stroking softly the bruises on Samuel's face, especially the part of the lip that had a tear wound that was starting to dry up.