Surgical Blade

This is a story about an unexpected incident happened on a Doctor's life and how that incidents happened to be a turning point in his life. This story progresses through the emotions of a Doctor.

Surgical Blade

I never thought that the emergency case at that cursed night could make

this much change in my life. My mind was in pure chaos when I stepped into the

operation theatre. It was a very difficult task to decide whether to do it or not. I asked

myself, a hundred times: 'Is it an honest action from a doctor?'. The answer was never

an easy one. Preparing my mind was the most tiring job. I had the sharp metallic

surgical blade on my hands, but the mind was out of reach.

That was a Friday. As in most of the horror stories, a cursed Friday. I'd

promised to my wife that I'll take her to a newly released film that night. But a

doctor's life highly depends on their patients. His primary duty is their welfare. A

single patient can spoil a doctor's day. But that unexpected patient spoiled my 6 long

years.

The hospital was less dense that day. I've been getting ready for return.

But the howling of the ambulance made me freeze for a while. The sound of an

ambulance was a tonic of inspiration to me, inspiration to save them. But that day, for

the first time in my life I felt that irritating. The sound was shaking me off. A man of

almost my age, with every inch of his body covered with deep red human blood was

rushed towards me. I gave some instruction to my companions to arrange the

Operation Theatre before turning to have a look at my uninvited guest's condition. At

the very same moment I looked at his blood covered face, my eyes stuck upon it.

That face turned back time. It took me to the dark dungeons of my memories. The

familiar face, a face I can identify in the dusty thick book of memory. At last I found

it, on a moth eaten, ink spilled page of that book, printed clearly on the corner of that

page. As I realized the fact, I felt the sudden rush of hot boiling blood through my

veins. On the spur of a moment, I had a sudden urge to take the blade that was very

near to my hand and stab it on his throat. But a sound from behind stopped my

actions instantaneously.

“What's it doctor? Any problem?” asked the nurse.

I couldn't take my eyes off that blood covered face. So I didn't move an inch.

“Doctor, Shall we move him to the operation theatre?” she asked again.

“Okay, Go on.” I said carelessly and in a sudden sprint I reached my

room instantly emptying a 750 ml water bottle. My mind was full of revenge. His

face was irritating me more than ever- The villain of my memories...Alex.

My mind was stuck on its decision.-' Perfect opportunity for revenge'- it kept

on telling. It was ordering my hand, my limbs, my legs-why, the tip of my nail to kill

him.

But the doctor inside me was resisting it- even though it was weak. The 5

minutes before my entry to the Operation Theatre was a perfect scene of stunt

between my subconscious mind and the conscious mind of a doctor. The stunt went

on even after I entered the operation theatre which carried the irritating smell of

medicines, through the semi transparent glass door.

Inside, he was lying- waiting for my hands to do the trick which can release

him from the pain forever. He was in a critical stage. A piece of glass was cut through

the most sensitive areas of the human brain. Chances of recovery were extremely low. I took the surgical blade on my shivering hand. That was the most appropriate moment.

An undesirable movement of my hand was capable of doing it. Even doing nothing

can do it. But that sort of revenge was not that I wanted. Even if anything goes wrong,

no one will know. The most appropriate moment. “Do it, Do it.” my mind yelled. At

last I touched the surgical blade on his blood coloured flush.

Now 6 long years had passed. I'm writing this from a less bright corner of

Cell No.112 of central jail. Today is my last day here. For the last 6 years I've been

buried here among various types of criminals- But with a pleasure of accomplishing

my revenge and receiving what I deserve. I got 6 years of imprisonment for the

predetermined murder attempt. I aimed for a complete murder. But it contained on

just an attempt. But I can be proud of being a doctor of ethics. I reckoned that the

resistance from my Doctor's part would be too feeble for the revenge of a man. But

ultimately, Doctor's ethics won the race. The risky operation was a miraculous

success. It was clear that he would take more than a good week to restore his

consciousness. 'And when he comes back to life he will know that it was his most

hated enemy who saved him from the ultimate danger.'- I pictured the scene of a

meeting of two chronic enemies. His expression when he sees me. But....

Being tired of lots of 'Thanks' from his relatives, I was sitting on my room

trying desperately to get away from their words. Then a lady nurse entered my room

and said:

“Doctor, the accident case's brother is here. He wants to meet you.”

“No. Please don't. I'm tired of it.” I replied.

“But he says it's urgent, necessary.” she said pressing too much on the words.

I agreed. Just a few more words of gratefulness. I thought I could stand it. But

after a few moments the door opened and a man entered. I stood there dumbstruck on

seeing him. His legs also froze near the door with his eyes examining me thoroughly

with an outrageous astonishment and moreover that, fear!

“Alex...!” my tongue moved to shape his name. I could see the element of fear

increasing on his deep black eyes.

“Roy....!” I could hear him spelling my name.

He was neither the unconscious bod lying in the ICU nor his ghost but his

brother. Blood again started to rush through my veins. Brain started to work again,

more aggressively than before without the resistance of the Doctor. He stood there on

the threshold of my room with his hand on the shining handle of the half opened door.

At last he decided to come in. That was the most terrible mistake he'd ever done.

“I'm sorry Roy...I know...I know you couldn't.....”

He started to say something. But I silenced him. The doctor was sleeping

deep, the only thing left in me was revenge! In a blink of an eye I rushed towards him

like a lion towards its prey. After the sudden outburst of my feelings, when I got my

senses back, I saw the red coloured surgical blade resting on my right hand.

He didn't die, but got paralysed forever. My 6 years long prison life ends here.

Tomorrow I will be exposed to many who are waiting for a revenge. Revenge is an

ugly, never ending process. Even the one who I gave life back may be waiting to take

my life. I don't know. But...If I get a chance I would like to try to cure Alex's

paralysis. He's my enemy, That's right. But after all, I'm a Doctor, Right?

Author's Note

Looking forward to see your feedbacks.

Reviews

[Avinash]

It is a great story.
I would like you to reread it few times to ward off the grammatical errors. It has all the ingredients of a thriller but as a reader we would have liked to know the reason or at least a glimpse of the background of their animosity. Overall it keeps you hooked.

[The ArK]

This is my first story in English. Grammar mistakes are affecting my writings like the viruses getting into an unprotected PC. I want to install some antivirus.

[Donna]

This is a great story! I just wanted to keep reading. Good job!

[The ArK]

Thank you!

[Penny]

Very entralling write. Awesome. I too have an enemy I would like to kill, so I can relate to it. Though, it would have been perfect if you disclosed in brief why the protagonist hated Alex. Keep writing.

[MoriartyMesa]

Having worked the Medical field, this was the norm of most Doctors I have met. Moments of second guess come, but not when working and thinking.